I’m alive,
not blind,
but without sight
On the past time.
the future is dark like sunshine.
At this moment — in full contact,
full involve, exact.
Like a pulse under the skin,
a clock cycle is bright.
I hear the voice
like a silent strength of mind.
It is the constant line,
a construct of the might.
Glowing inside, beyond life.
A tact is waiting
and moving like sand
under the wind.
The truth is in wine.
Guilt is a false sense
that covers true feeling’s lenses.
Intention is the vibration, the tide.
intention
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