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No Mad
Rain drops into ripple
over the surfaces of accumulation
looking glasses in crystal,
crystalline in the membrane formation:
Memory
of
my
Mind,
I remember a time
of purity,
Purely divine
Lost to the machine,
lost to time
This time.
This machine,
it is powered by a usurped dream
Vibrating
in the memories of drops of rain
That preserve
the signatures of our former statures
Our divine natures
in
elevated
Ascension.
Here’s the thing.
It is our kin,
humans of human kind
Who comprise the gears
of this machine.
Is this something sad?
I feel nothing.
No.
I am not mad.
Published 29th Oct 2021
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29th Oct 2021 5:37pm
good morning dearest Cipher I too have memories
sadly of something pure soured
but I was thinking of something what if this was always planned
so we may grow and understand
I don't always know what's right or wrong because
we form these opinions off of what the majority says
if you look at nature elemental or animal
your opinion on what's bad may change
who are we to judge a tornado?
great write,,,
sadly of something pure soured
but I was thinking of something what if this was always planned
so we may grow and understand
I don't always know what's right or wrong because
we form these opinions off of what the majority says
if you look at nature elemental or animal
your opinion on what's bad may change
who are we to judge a tornado?
great write,,,
31st Oct 2021 12:13pm
You really speak directly to my soul, Crimsin.
and I am very grateful that.
I completely agree with you.
Thank you so much.
and I am very grateful that.
I completely agree with you.
Thank you so much.
