With its parched dreams,
beneath the zizzing sands,
the river waits for a surging swell
to take it to the labyrinths of a
new consciousness.
You choose your own course
when you crash into the
chasms of meaninglessness.
You hibernate to the still zone
trancing between words
when words fail to contain you.
As you flow through me,
you become the sacrarium
in the labyrinths of my consciousness
for me to diffuse in your soul’s stillness.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 3:30 AM UTC
With its parched dreams,
beneath the zizzing sands,
the river waits for a surging swell
to take it to the labyrinths of a
new consciousness.
You choose your own course
when you crash into the
chasms of meaninglessness.
You hibernate to the still zone
trancing between words
when words fail to contain you.
As you flow through me,
you become the sacrarium
in the labyrinths of my consciousness
for me to diffuse in your soul’s stillness.
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