Late night call text

What's in a mental journey, shared and discerning
Every stone overturning, like the tide pools, disaster scatters and life reveals and disappears. After laughter comes tears? Our mental journey is patter to stack up against the chapters of all these years.
Catch some rapture when the merged roles combine in mind. (Rapture is defined as vertical as well as Divine)

A blur to go, but we're sure to grow, so we get hip fast, critics get whiplash and where we were stays hold?
Well influence is a kernel in the snow and corn is a weed so it grows through in shoots. That's the lingering of me and you
Goddess, memory like murderous flow only serves to turn us to and fro, synergy with vertigo!
Whatever else I murmured last night you overheard past words and that's a new dimension and layer

Like elements born in craters. Something past elementary mental behavior. But only exemplary when razored to be inspected. Like a sedentary stone detective…
Huh. Asteroid. Crater. Waaaaait… that'd make the new element a “Rock Star”
When you get to be a polished geologist and discover some new mineral vein with a vibrational frequency not keen to this gravitational scene, you gotta remember this bar and name your game changer a “Rock Star”

I massively dream so when a savvy Queen opens my mind, graces the hidden finds, ropes space/time I naturally visualize what other places to view, far away nations could we wake up to?
So it trips me to add up the mental journey we just run and find the sum is a desire to see space with you, a hundred thousand light years to spin from the Sun’s winds,
Maybe it's just my animal expressing the continuum within, but like the necessary centripetal force I feel that course.

Cronus chowed on his own, a sign of the cost of them growing. He ate his young and burped, blood slurped, if he was a wolf the placenta as well would've been in the works. That was his addiction to power defined
So Zeus had to shower his skull, go blind, let the others climb out and shine
After darkness comes the dawn and daily design. Your dom frequency speaks to me as a calm and fine way to find your way. Always a timeless play? That's the magic stasis of our kind

I won't have all of time, so grab what details by braille and between the lines your clairvoyant mental fingers linger and unwind. A shared mental journey is a well anthologized mind. It's in your nature to see inner beings like browsing all day in a museum. Satyrs know quantum spot mergers and thought burglars by their practice, so your safe passage through the terrain of my brain was always straight through the private invite side; all the landmines are aligned easy to find.

I always held to being the lotus flower in a garden of shit and brine, but all these golden hours have shown me that our kind unfolds petals to emerge in new ways, throws pebbles to feel the circles and waves. Bend and find, amend and realign, we extend to self define, when it's you and me time I get space blind. Unique frequency intertwined, when our kind empowers when combined. Word is bond, you're a Dom? That's fine, me too, and sapiosexual so come devour my mind.

Set the recorder to infinity time, we could spend hours filling in the lines where parallel thought synergizes like rising tide, riding to alight what's alive inside.
Aww, damn. I ramble. Only meant to drop a bar or five. I can't help sometimes, just abiding by the vibe.
But you already knew that, with certainty.

What's in a mental journey, shared and discerning
Every stone overturning, like the tide pools, disaster scatters and life reveals and disappears. Weird how much this magic matters. But after tears comes laughter.