04/11/24 "Hemispheres"

Speak
my servant.
There is no
right language.
A feather
is as strong as
a hammer.
I am alone,
in an empty room
full of sound.
My boat has sailed
too far already.
I ask again,
what is the purpose
of logic?
What we can make
so magical
is all of everything.
The number 7
rules the world,
just like the time
and date of our birth.
Symmetry.
Synchronicity.
What we haven't created
but discovered.
I'm drinking the
poison light
of revelation
in hopes of
more poison
to reinforce my
own reality.
As two hemispheres,
we don't talk,
or discuss,
we just are.
This is the unwritten
magic formula
of being.


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Ally F.V.