There is presence being impression.
Please know I am curious about thought projecting,
For to be in time space of current pictures means, what.
A premeditated idea, wherefore so is the present.
A significant particle sand upon drop of water upon land.
Yet I think and scribe abstract for profound results.
Who moves the flow and air, beyond these words.
I breathe I can do will you.
There is presence in the impression,
A figure formed in silent confession.
For to project thought is to create time’s thread,
A vision pre-seeded, now softly spread.
What does it mean to stand in space,
Where past and future fold in place?
A premeditated light, a script well-spun,
Holding now, becoming one.
A grain of sand, a drop of water,
Merged in the land where forces culture.
Yet here I scribe, abstract and free,
For thought bending light and breath shaping sea.
Who stirs the air, who guides the stream?
Who moves beyond this sculpted dream?
I breathe, I will, I rise anew,
For the ether listens—do you?
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