Trepidatious. Treacherous. Tessellated towers. Overshadowed. Insidious indeed. Undercut the living. Uncut Diamonds turned to dust. Dethroned. Locked away. Left alone. Black to white. White to red. All at once, it’s all in my head. All with a word that wasn’t said.
Between two temples a gatekeeper nests. A protector of the secret entrance, it’s not meant to house just any guest. The treasure rests hidden in my chest. It’s mine to live in and protect.
My payment is learning to ride the current. To dive in and rely on my net while I work through it. Leadership, rise in me, live and breathe. Reach in to teach and love my destiny into being.
To learn to be, this is the life for me. To understand life bleeds circularly is lifegiving, youth eternally, a child of Beautiful Existence. Exists inside of me.
The Pendulum Paradox has me, unfold the blueprint, please. How do I spread the good seed, When looking around I see the weeds I pulled from me, prospering?
Enlighten me, open my doors, please?
Commissioned to exist in a reality, where it’s perfectly normal to be absent of true identity. A listless billboard walking aimlessly, shuffling purposelessly. Realizing, this shit is beyond me.
I am meant to be with clarity. A resounding note in the symphony surrounding. Am I sounding in key, am I present and receiving? Is what I’m doing, right for me? Internal harmony leads to externalized unity, see?
… of course not, how can anybody see a damn thing, with the tessellations towering.