In the realms of nowhere, the vibrations relapse, as if it always
existed
but were hidden. Like a secret that I knew one day I could no
longer keep.
Consistently it elapsed, drowning out everything, except
the stillness from
whence it came. Some gave it labels, in the hopes to
create borders, but
nothing could be defined by just a name. It was too
much of it all to be able
to tame.
Slow in its pace, to reach
frequencies that would never cease to phase.
A disturbed mind would be
the only reason to incline. But to stop in reaction
would mean to
totally demise. No break points to analyze. Causing the defect
is just
the disguise to get away with wandering eyes. And then again the
vibrations arise. A never ending flow that's always improvised. The
master
mind that lives only to devise.
Reaching every peak and
every depth, to continue to sustain connections
never kept. Playing the
rhythms to forever be kept awake, always finding
ourselves in quakes we
ourselves made. The sequences were never hidden,
to release into it
makes it effortless to create.
