When thoughts begin to dream,
they branch into an endless tree—
roots spreading through realities,
each shoot carving its path,
its own line.
Breathe.
Another fold,
another layer of truth
expands as we choose.
Up and down at once—
direction becomes perception.
Grows.
Thoughts of prey circle
in the shape of the serpent god—
Beginning is the end—
deception of decision.
Divine.
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 12:43 PM UTC
When thoughts begin to dream,
they branch into an endless tree—
roots spreading through realities,
each shoot carving its path,
its own line.
Breathe.
Another fold,
another layer of truth
expands as we choose.
Up and down at once—
direction becomes perception.
Grows.
Thoughts of prey circle
in the shape of the serpent god—
Beginning is the end—
deception of decision.
Divine.
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