Spitting wet syllables that my brain spent on god knows what thought patterns
Left placing grace at a misspoken tempo
Let me sit in silence and watch the earth travel to unknown dimensions
I cannot comprehend what knowing anything matters
Levitation, fascinating thought patterns.
Searching for the something that can be the death of me.
In me and through me I pray for the grace that I may achieve
Set sail and make motion to another battle
Slivers of powerful visions
Mysterious incisions sutured and left staring at scars
True therapy unknown to the pace of a natural pattern.
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