Red veins beat through. Climping like vines through the scene.
Unseen tethers manifested to me, binds and cords that lead,
and suddenly I’m dancing with a ghost, just drifting, I choose to move my own feet.
Let life strum the strings that bring certain moves out of me, so I can see clearly.
I was made for this place, a space of sanctuary while experiencing movement.
Action, attention multiplied by time. Take me through the portal I first conceived.
I’m the dreamer, and I choose to be lucid, playing in harmony with the lifeline I came in on.
Let me be true to the dreams I came in holding silver linings, can’t see around some strings.
I release myself to the method of anything can happen at any moment, so bring me the best to this feast.
Let me feed all things internal to me, perfectly nurturing each until my chemistry blooms
into what it always has been. Flip the switch to “On”, please. Thank you for hearing me from the other end of the line, unraveling ever inward and outward, the slack picked up by what has my back, and so I am set to run when I feel any length between. Uncover the beat that moves my feet, skipping free.
I am one with everything. Resting in this moment of nothingness in perfect peace. Walking through the doors of my sanctuary.