How the Cosmos Move
Projection: The Interlude #VocalNPM
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I've been running
Out of breath, out of time
Out of sight, I try to hide
But for a brief second, I am reminded
Of drifting, shifting vibrations
In the ground, my hide on the line
I can hear him coming, footsteps quicken
Tripping over natural wires
I feel connected to him
Though I am a pestilence
Evidence suggests his soul weeps
He wishes to reap, so he sows deep
Stitches in rows to enclose
Deeper wounds, deceit has bloomed
I see two figures, truly bigger
Than any fiend I've come across
Secrets mount the wind, I come across
Ocean waves, wave to a familiar face
But I am mistaken, the sudden realization
Of where I am leaves me shaken
Then I'm stirred awake, my reality blending
Master, help me.
About the Creator
Sweet Nothings
Alias Duece Lee Vizzini III
Now, Sweet Nothings, my blog is a sanctuary for love notes and human emotion. Each post is a step toward telling my own intricate, beautifully imperfect story.
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