My
soul is on fire for lucidity.
I
can feel your manifestation,
sweltering
to me to heaps.
Nothing
is a coincidence, nor a quirk.
I
live for these moments, when people think
I’m
impractical, but at least I have a good story
to
tell. Connections fluctuating like the plates
at
the core of this earth.
My
being flourishes with subliminal outlooks.
Nothing
will ever be the same, when parallels
change
anything and everything you’ve ever
branded.
