Changing patterns of day and night movements.
Moving around a space in your mind’s eye.
Falling deeply in between the muses, and occupying a space in your mind’s eye.
Piece of fiber, and a new awakening from places below the ocean level.
Changes as it progresses, in levels of meaning and decaying surfaces abruptly stop and pause.
Moving in between places in time, and pauses, for the glory of the everlasting.
Plainly speaking aspects far from the distant shoreline, moving casually along a space.
Travelling to distant places in your mind’s eye, moving along a line, making connections with togetherness.
A piece of sacredness, in connection with what was before in the meantime as it were, and day turns to night, and another day passes as we wait for the grand unity of timing to take control and move us along with everything we have gathered from coincidence along the way.
Another midsentence pause – Changing patterns of day
Changing breezes into the silent dawn of becomings and all that once was.