How the Cosmos Move
Projection: The Interlude #VocalNPM

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.
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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