On the tip of the wind,
Deep is labored breath.
Lost boy runs for the train.
The cycles of his life are fluid,
Well read, and rock-steady.
From place to place he’s drifting.
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In thoughtless manifestation, he’s drifting
Like three sheets to the wind.
Bearings oiled and fluid,
An existential ship is docked to rock-steady.
How does it breathe,
The comets blazing train?
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Like flint to the gunpowder train,
The fire in her heart is drifting.
His hands are on her hips as they rock-steady.
A whisper in her ear, “just breathe.”
There is warmth to the wind
And the love is fluid.
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The dance takes shape, a fluid.
Lifted skirts, and twirling silk trains.
Step back and let it breathe
Before you ride the wind.
“You see your soul drifting?”
The guides whisper, “is it rock-steady?”
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They joined forces to rock-steady.
Tongue laps on the sacramental fluid,
And her howls become the wind.
Their subtle bodies rise—drifting,
Lost and running for the train.
While kissing pores forget to breathe.
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Wine is corked, let it breathe!
Pour two glasses and rock-steady.
Eyelids falling, pupils drifting,
People watching from the back of the train.
The businessman yells, “My assets are fluid!”
And he knocks his glass into the wind.
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The changing winds of moments are drifting.
Time struggles to breathe, quantum minds rock-steady.
A lost train of thought lets your faith be fluid.
About the Creator
Kinè Fall EL
I am an Initiate of The Hermetic Mystery Schools & Occult Tutor. It is my purpose to use my writing and art to shed light on universal law and the unseen world. The Shift Is Upon Us
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