Fire-Flyers

Fire-flyers

I don’t know what’s changed,

Something, has unfolded,

The universe opening, triangulation remoulding.

As implausibly neat, in side-effects seating,

Im unfathomably more able to feel heat radiation.

Soft secrets sneakers.

I can sense it more easily,

My skins sensitivity, thermostats rebooting, convection returning.

Drafting the clues, inevitability,

A ‘natural’ pursuit, caught in-between, crucially.

Priorities gleaning alignment in parallel, the firm’s, phEVER.

Seventh senser’s illumination.

Reaffirming sub-human, mammalian species.

In alienating all that was a forgone conclusive.

The rationale is, that it’s all an illusion.

Rebuttals of rituals, dissected intrusion.

The cloud hole above me, thrives on intention’s to show that nothings above comprehension, nope.

The roar of the engines, necessity closure.

It’s simply symbolic of attempts to stymie disclosure.

But risen up flow, can’t deny the dynamics, as hard as the tryouts, disregard the calamity.

Circles of spin, the virulence drive.

It’s clear to me that this sign undermines.

The premise of integers, they don’t think we’re ‘whole’.

Incredible moments, caught in the columns integrity.

Don’t be misconstrued, we won’t be satiated, or deflated.

The radiation, new news to me,

The gap won’t plug. There’s more to seeing!

A plushy push up to the fear.

Our sentience blows atmospheres.

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