Time drowns us.
Break out of time: escapee.
Leave the encircling fields of the centuries.
Plummet silence.
Breathe without tracking, calibration, rates, or seizures.
When time stops we die.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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This is most fascinating. Time~its' mortal reign~yet, do we not long for Timelessness~or at least that space inbetween Time and Timelessness. That is Awen~yes.
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Stunning work! The pushme-pullyou of dependence and the need to break free. The eternal tango of the 2nd and 7th lines.
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ReplyDeletebreak out of time, yes...
see, things inspire magestically, so we seek out all that we can in our universes.