a moving pendulum
swaying with the rhythm of my breath; each inhale is new air, yet recycled within these lungs of the earth nothing is brand new, only transformed into something and placed back together with glue providing this cohesive bond and materializing this manifestation with my very own magic wand the flow I'm in is the flow you're in we reside in the same place patterns of what once was possibly still is we've worn these grooves together, all of us salvaging the stormy weather experiencing it and giving it back, we're conditioned to feel the lack turning nothing into something so we may fear and then cling to anything worth mentioning gripping tightly to limitations, succumbing to temptations and bowing to frustrations is this our process? it seems so nauseous and thoughtless who the hell taught this? and with such distress, nonetheless the capillaries in which i float, this reality that i wrote coated in seeds of doubt and strategically planted throughout is a cleverly designed, one-of-a-kind illusion that I've intertwined with the truth love is the universal adhesive
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