Premonitions
Weightless
Breathings
Transcend
Ceilings
Astride the lucid pools of being
Where sentients aspire
Above the conscious subterrain
Their voices to acquire
Abstract shapes
Align in time
Thoughts condense
In cosmic rhyme
Sense the tide of ancient winds arise now
Feel the movements
Art of mind
Hear the whispers
Tranquil chime
Float above the senses that comprise now
Premonitions subtle weaving
Future, past, and present--interleaving
All arrive as as one
Believing
These. . .
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