Written by Jacob Ibrag
Meteors clash all while giving birth to
new energy. New? It’s always been there, waiting
for clemency. And then it happens, a cosmic release from
physicality. Familiar. Spreading out through parts unknown,
peering into places that were once untold. ‘Follow direction,
everything will be okay.’ Existence predicated upon the
surface is over before it can ever commence.
These are difficult times. very powerful post!!
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Very grasping! Amazing poem!
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Fantastic!!!
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Nothing is new. Every thought and deed are energy which changes form continuously.
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