when were the edges of invisibility to become
a possibility of infinity?
shall all outside the realm of the seen be disbelieved,
so uncalled;
yet mysterious invention blossoms endlessly.
we center, inhale,and render,
taking our time
back.
when darkness is the fear,
and the world doth spin truly in the depths of every night,
well, my friend
we must perhaps begin with trust
to understand the light,
to speak of the unseen.
when the world's observable truth is only what your eyes can see,
(yet quieter than Evernow)
only that visibility
still is inner consciously interpreted.
is what you believe empirically
the observer effect running the conscious programming,
the firewalls all down?
ah, it's time to guess the angels
and sense the blessings of the dead.
because this is I and I
free personhood sovereign,
these silent keys are clicking where
I own the madness healed:
won by love.
I advise you: step thee gently, Squire.
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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