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Hummingbird has a message Things aren’t as they appear Hot lava on marble stairs Man knows the end is near A hole is in the floor The case is not packed right Hurry, hurry, time to go Don’t want to miss the flight The daughter leaves the pack The mother watches with fear Aperture click, perspectives switch The pack is bad, no coast is clear Hummingbird dips and dives Fury boils, screams enter ether The drain is clogged, the bridge is broken Distractions nibble, gnaw and eat her Then sparkling violet flowers Cascade from the long black hair Running fast and leaping far Bionic energy in the air One spirit in three persons Find the baby in the brush Flat bike tire, dusty road Must go faster, in a rush Road too steep, car too weak Never ready for the journey Lava’s rising, getting closer Bend the mirror, twist the time key Now you appear as you But you also are in others Woman, child, mother, daughter Humming bird knows how to hover
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 10:35 AM UTC
Hummingbird Has a Message
Hummingbird has a message Things aren’t as they appear Hot lava on marble stairs Man knows the end is near A hole is in the floor The case is not packed right Hurry, hurry, time to go Don’t want to miss the flight The daughter leaves the pack The mother watches with fear Aperture click, perspectives switch The pack is bad, no coast is clear Hummingbird dips and dives Fury boils, screams enter ether The drain is clogged, the bridge is broken Distractions nibble, gnaw and eat her Then sparkling violet flowers Cascade from the long black hair Running fast and leaping far Bionic energy in the air One spirit in three persons Find the baby in the brush Flat bike tire, dusty road Must go faster, in a rush Road too steep, car too weak Never ready for the journey Lava’s rising, getting closer Bend the mirror, twist the time key Now you appear as you But you also are in others Woman, child, mother, daughter Humming bird knows how to hover
Like dreams, art does not always make sense, except in some ways to the artist, who needs to express something, as does the dreamer.
#nature#dreams#surreal#discovery#subconscious#personal#growth
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kathleen-des-marteau
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 10:35 AM UTC
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