the ground beneath accelerates white lines begin to blur, defiance indefinite because the lines we draw no longer sedate us, and so I take three steps, I dive into gravity reminded that senses see through the perplexities, beneath atoms energy breathes and you can feel the air liberate dissonance, every instance begins to make sense,
intrices intricate they intrigue to misguide the lens, paraglide through rain droplets as they plummet birds of war, you begin to crave land like you could never stand on it again, gravitated into orbit thoughts cascade imagery of waterfalls, moments that cause pauses lost to leaflets of folklores, remnants age away at the grain, cycles lift then glide.
we begin to wonder, when?
