Letting my heart flow through fingers tips to compose legacies…what is Masterpiece?
Envisioned all in 3 time spheres…past, present, future.
And now here we sit.
Resonating upon one another's intellect through telepathic cyber frequencies seeing eye to eye in a 3rd sense.
While the others pride themselves in ignorance of self, others over pride in thoughts of self aware.
We are so middle ages, and in our middle age when skeletons call reunions remaining unforgiven until the ego crowned king takes the fall.
Ages pass, we slumber as still borns claiming to be legacies of God's to justify our sicknesses driving us mad…lusting for war.
The minds eye meditating in the center of its dominion the only eye that can only see light in All.
We see our minds shatters the hearts dream, and the dreams become battles and battles become lucid as the pages of our sacred texts.
6° of seperation 600 hundred year's between the masters teachings of we are not idols.
As I squandered through lands where bobble heads represent noble faith.
Reminiscing over my beating heart playing the sound of the drum when we were our own priests to the temples we hold so dear.
LKCP2KXIII
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