A little nip-tuck. Skim from the surface.
Got the infinite creator just waiting.
Patiently, patience is key little me.
Without it, we might leap unfinished.
From the furnace into the ring before cooling.
Stripped naked trying to impress the king.
Only to reveal… I am still learning.
I trust. Not because I must but because…
In the past when I haven’t, I forget who I was.
Suddenly the water is no longer below my feet.
Instead, it’s rising steadily threatening to mess me up.
And all because my perspective switched, rendering this version corrupt.
When really reality isn’t the thing that flipped. All I have to do is get a grip.
Then the little slip turns into a quick trip. A refreshing dip before a paradigm shift.
No harm. No foul. Just walking on water, unbothered.
and this is the least impressive of the dreams coming to be.
Castles in the sky. Emerald lightening? A front-row seat to everything?
Yes, please. I am listening. Watching ardently. Waiting. Patiently.
For eternity to retrieve its borrowed beings. Return me to homeostasis.
