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How the Cosmos Move

Projection: The Interlude #VocalNPM

By Dan-O VizziniPublished 7 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read

I've been running

Out of breath, out of time

Out of sight, I try to hide

But for a brief second, I am reminded

Of drifting, shifting vibrations

In the ground, my hide on the line

I can hear him coming, footsteps quicken

Tripping over natural wires

I feel connected to him

Though I am a pestilence

Evidence suggests his soul weeps

He wishes to reap, so he sows deep

Stitches in rows to enclose

Deeper wounds, deceit has bloomed

I see two figures, truly bigger

Than any fiend I've come across

Secrets mount the wind, I come across

Ocean waves, wave to a familiar face

But I am mistaken, the sudden realization

Of where I am leaves me shaken

Then I'm stirred awake, my reality blending

Master, help me.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Dan-O Vizzini

Has anyone else just been making it up as they go along? Have you gotten so far from where you started that finding your way back seems impossible?

Well— reach.

Power when exercised properly is a beautiful thing.

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