TEMPEST
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Perhaps in the member of our branes,
we come to exist by each others hand…
Matter isn’t so until it’s seen,
waving on by otherwise ‘undone’...
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Inside my mind it appears you’ve been
Riding the waves of my hidden winds
I’ve watched you walk my corridors
I’ve felt you touch my walls and floors
Secrets play in the color and form
Recorded in places of a time before
Will you find them all…?
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My lives are long and I know you see
Secrets of my birth before eternity.
Cradled in my arms… you exist in.Me.
“Welcome” said the Tempest, She.
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"Do you know, where you’ve been?"
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