We meet in electronic spheres of limited gravity,
Where we are but celestial entities of movement.
Touched in thought as time hurtles passed,
Falling, body contorting to a reverberation we cannot grasp.
Now grounds contract to experiences of buoyancy,
No loyalty but to self, closed in a gated sanctum.
Souls absorbed in a facade of security,
Serene capsules of continuous noise shatter illusions of frozen picture books,
Where smiles seem empty like glasses,
But radiate importance as faces pull away from pillows.
Truly awake now as light is manipulated so days are not so bright,
Im dancing through shadows not rainbows...
2 years ago