i keep tripping over nothing,
i keep running to get nowhere.
i keep folding under pressure
and stares,
fumbling on words and
seeking cheers to go beneath me.
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i keep finding myself,
i keep counting to 10
then tapping,
random clapping
then zen
and then present moment beings
to bring me gifts,
lifting me higher.

systems falling,
regardless.
you can try to disregard
or you can do your part.
its the shifting,
total restart
of the multi-dimensional,
multi-celestial,
higher vibrational...

many vibrations loud,
many in shape of sounds,
and matrix grounds,
and makeshift clouds
that blur your eye-sight.
-
with a soft whistle
or a soft tickle at your feet,
the energy greets you as it meets you.
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so,
let it meet you calm and collected,
let your space be worthy in face
then find yourself respected
and protected,
projecting projections
that line with your essence
and send you blessings.

its a war,
gods on guard,
& the eye is upon you.
-
with physical bodies like space-ships,
they line the block
with patience
requesting entrance within
so open up.

have you seen mother?
no sike,
psych.
true psychedelics circulate throughout the energy field,
i picked a poison that reveals all,
its awe-filled.
you knew,
the first time you saw me.