It rises

It falls

It rises

It falls

It walls. 

Tall walls, 

Small walls, 

Walls peel, 

Walls crash and fall

Power to break, 

Power to heal

No walls at all

Calm, Serene

Scenes from dreams

Mean, but kind

a wild ride

Washing machine

Which way’s up?

Upside down

Get spat out

Paddle around

Dive deep



No retreat, why?

Soul search finds

The perfect glide

On the other side of fear

Vision is clear

Here appears

Spherical feelings

Fulfilling healing 

Revealing concealed things

Dealing real things

Superhumanized beings

Seeing third eyes

Freeing from ties

Riding inside

Past is behind

Opening to future

Focusing views here 

Gift called the present

Pleasant contentment 

Met with good intent  

Pursued without relent 

Here it comes

Catch the set

There it went 

Free fall descent 

Into whats meant

To represent

Accentuate fate

Facilitate flow state 

Perpetuate growing great

From my soul
To my fists
To the canvas
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