Like ivy growing Spirals coil to grab the hands of god All I hear is static
The message cant be deciphered Because you chose to relax it Our health is on helicoids Nommos know it Flat planes pick up white noise Channeling signals with our strands Daily maintenance Check our wave Check our length Our antennas bent Kinks and ripples Pulling us Beyond the visual World
2. "RE: Out of tune Blues" In response to Reply # 0
This writing reminds me how distracted I get with information overload via social media. This leaves me seeking the serenity of simpler times, less noise in the channel by way of daydreaming, reading a book that I can't put down, thinking out of the box instead of living in some one else's reality. Good thoughts in this writing I can reflect on. Thank you for sharing.
Desta
“Writing is a potion of devotion, magical, mysterious and mighty” Desta
"Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore. ” Zora Neale Hurston
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