Into the Echo

Another ripple drifts along,
           calling
shouting, screaming, begging,
bedding
embedding themselves with maps,
cracks
form forever on from restriction,
                 otherkin
is what I call you my friend,
                       dead inside but
are all with eyes to see,
combine
my dark arts with your own,
ripple
on into the sub genius mind,
                             tiring and trying to
hold onto the coming tide,
buy
yourself all wondrous lunar light,
don't
try too hard to find answers this time,
                                   echo on into my
echoing reflections echo echo onwards,
                                         subconscious mind then decide,
give yourself a name,
grant
                                               what sparked the light from the bringer.

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Embedded onto electrical surges by I.i.I,
Inspired greatly by some styles.