The Deep Thinkers
Who Breathe Through the Storm
The Deep Thinkers
Who Breathe Through the Storm
Part Two An Outstages Cafe
They speak in sparks, not shallow streams,
Their minds ignite forgotten dreams.
They walk through noise with quiet grace,
Each thought a torch, each step a trace.
They do not perform for hollow praise,
They bend the light in mythic ways.
Their silence roars, their gaze is deep,
They guard the truths the loud do not keep.
We are deep, not loud, not fast,
We hold the truth that others passed.
We bend the frame, we break the mold,
We speak in sparks, not tales retold.
They do not rush truth, they let it rise,
Through pigment storms and quiet skies.
They speak in codes the shallow miss,
Each thought a flame, each pause a kiss.
We are deep, not loud, not fast,
We hold the truth that others passed.
We bend the frame, we break the mold,
We speak in sparks, not tales retold.
They walk through noise with sovereign grace,
No need to win, no need to chase.
They hold the line, they bend the frame,
They name the myth, then torch the shame.
We are deep, not loud, not fast,
We hold the truth that others passed.
We bend the frame, we break the mold,
We speak in sparks, not tales retold.
Written, created, edited by
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
California
copyright 2025
About the Creator
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
I am 76 year old California mythic storyteller blending lived truth, technology, and sovereign survival into multimedia art.
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