Now streaming: my consciousness

This is called mind. #Poetry #AbstractPoetry #FlowState

Everyone is witnessing;

mind after

mind

stitching our wholehood.

Good; quantifiably replete but ripe with salvation.

Foundations; scattered and mistaken yet brazenly familial.

The hill you want to die on will shrivel beneath your burdensome footsteps, starving it of rest until it can only turn inward, resurrecting all parts of itself slowly and with care.

Dare to declare ignorance.

Ask why.

Cry together.

Fly.

Bear witness to the sanctity of life.