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All Blacks
Reverse reflections…
Drift -10
What irregular blurring beauty was found in such a shift to be drifting the other way around, where imagination, or thought provocation couldn’t understand there was nothing up there, where gravity runs the show.
Deep down below, I’ll be scavenging ample resources just because I was drowning safely to anchor where waters flow and wisdom slows, down down below.
Draft -1
Too many wishes for the surface to be hiding the answers from experiences and we're forgetting the questions from where the rays of lights turned all blacks, and we still, eyes wide open, we’re still, looking up for the sun to take us where we just came from, just can’t sea salt water to grow these branches to be,
To what we used to call free.
Clichéd business, nature’s fee.
It’s too high.
Deepening.
But how low?
Draft 0
Below the superficialities, there was there is an anticipation for a hand to reach an old dried fountain to be burying fading wisdom to sprout later on, when, nobody knows but hope, not hope but unbreakable patience, new currency to be invested deep deep down.
