There’s no need to play with my heart. Almost like a
flushing that happens, some innate passion and love, an idea, a dream, the
dream and then some type of de-synching. Sometimes, there is an innate
connection, mostly though; it is as an artificial wall, purposefully trying to
avoid eye contact or dialogue.
A light fluttering and we all dance on tip toes, amongst rocks
and daggers. Jagged pieces and filaments
Of scrap metal that kick up with our heels. Others are
dancing too, dancing to something that we create. A settling and a resound crushing
that can follow with boats and the crashing sea; a tidal wave that can bury and
comfort us.
But there’s a driving to that boat and current and rocks. A pressurized
force propelling us towards something, unaware of any walls or avoidance or
passions or syncing. There is something that is driving and comforting in the future,
in some clairvoyant mind set, my mind’s eye is comforted. And while the world
can turn at incredible speeds, never stopping barely noticeable on earth, we
don’t have to run in reverse. I don’t have to turn back time and you don’t have
to turn it forward.
In different spheres of heaven, there is a clock that drives
everyone individually, and sometimes that forces against the general movement
of space and time and earth and the sun. We have our own clock, but sometimes
they can coincide with others.
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