Elemental damage having wrought out the already strained senses of self.
Where colliding corrosion emanates a disastrous tone; residing amongst its' own throne.
Your psyche now thrown, your recuperation of droning on is no longer the song that's to be sung.
How thoroughly that sentence has stung, your present now becoming past tense; you're stuck among the fence.
Thriving for a day, any pace, all the while you do your best to slave away.
For there's nothing, other than what's creating the now, that should be done.
An "I AM" presence.
Groove unto the resonance.
An era shifting, mind bending, reality traversing repentance, of all notions pertaining to your hurt.
Aforementioned pain, where you have slain engrossed within your name.
This is not a game; your shame shan't wither with disdain.
Embrace the tidings as we all must, with a forward thrust you have to enable capacities of trust.
For where does lust exist, when there be no chasms for love to persist.
An absolute essence of infinity.
The affinity to your torture is the composer of loss.
Secure figures are lost.
How do you grapple on to the ongoing roam of life, the ebb and flow of a double-edged knife?
With balance: The unrelenting force that carries all aspects of these realms; inter-dimensional selves.
Duality of gnosis, exerting all portions of what may come through hypnosis.
Nature hypnotizes, when all is understood, it all inevitably stabilizes.
What tide made most sense to you?
To envision where you grew?
How am I to know?
Who's ought to?