Geometric white light
connects joints of past and singularity
heated tension building through fingernails
and luke-warm glass of water sitting idly by.

Jitters, man. The jitters are strong this time, deep and invigorating. Can't sing, can't comprehend the average. Nothing average.

Feel what's right,
let footsteps fall simply
a pathway predestined, predisposed
to second chances but intimately present.

Eyes are repulsive. Why can't you look through them? Into the soul. It's rude, souls are *****. Resonate deeply, learn the way of vibration, vibrate freely, child.

Don't miss it.
Let it flow, the right is natural,
and ******* breath passes through all
that is just.