A loose handed emblem, of folded thoughts, Loss is weaponized in enchanted red, Wrongs corrected stemming from the blissful bare signed gawky individuals. Homage backtracked and renounced Barely earnest calls for a curious fathom-ability Heaven bound birdlike shadows, Bright light gagged and janky, Found little finger blood tacked to the earth.
And I open my eyes. In a deep sleep I was. Voices woke me up. Sounds a lot like there is a t.v on in another room. I could hear all sorts of different voices speaking. I focus for a moment and listen. There are so many. I cannot make out what they are saying. I then sit up in my bed and the voices stop! All at once. Was I dreaming? I lay my head back down on my pillow and hear nothing but my own heartbeat. I then turn on my left side. My ear folds in such a way that the voices come back! What am I hearing!? Where is it coming from? The voices are quite beautiful. I think it is a mixture of some form of acoustics that seem to travel in a time stream. Going either forward or backwords. This chaos of voices cascades only on the folded ear.