Having medicine
because of you.
Too Long have we been apart.
The shrine is ready.
Let us heal the gap – come closer – Let us trust.
Will Love ever be easy ? Let us just – flow in this state.
When time is breathing – Space Voids –
Charge – fueling electricity, sparkling
chaotic notes – trance into alignment…
In all this volume we cross bridges build of mist while echoes of sensation resurrect the logic.
Colours spring from these constellations.
Guarded by ancestry, Nebula and Novas ignite a path —–_______ ——–____—_–_-_—_——————->>>>>>
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My breath catches in the box of my chest. Whose bread has been stolen? Whose travels have been circumscribes? Whose eye will be taken? How can we make a broken world home again? I don’t believe that words can answer these questions, not in the way we use them now.…