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The Call

A Journey

By Julie-Ann ToPublished 2 years ago 1 min read

A whisper beckoning

Beyond near sight, constantly

Calling one forth down

Depths and dimensions

Ever echoing through halls long

Fallowed and forgotten, yet somehow strangely

Growing in familiarity, only to be

Habitually lost over and again

In the noise and increasing intensity of schizophrenic

Jumping and static activity

Kinetic vibrations unending ceaselessly

Looping and lilting in

Magnetic momentum, maddeningly

Never-ending, never ceasing

Only easing or

Potentially perhaps to

Quieten and quell and finally to be laid at

Rest in

Solace and silence

Through the long-awaited

Union with the

Voice, that forever echoes the

Whisper, calling you forth to

X

Your

Zenith

Stream of Consciousness

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