The Meta.Chi
eYes are peering as my PenShakes and the ink is Spearing
whispered words I'm hearing
from the air.
This quiet is the Guardian Way
subtle Company names the Day
and all Robes read....
"...speak what we feel,
knot what ought to be said...."
I heard the Stations appear
in my head...
One by One I write to see
Then. In the Meta.Chi.
Meta- (from Greek: μετά = "About"... "after", "beyond", "with", "adjacent", "self")
"It's About.Time"
Chi.Can.Soup from the Soul is the best Medicine...
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