The spirit
Levitates

Leveling the wavelengths
Unidentified destiny

Drifting towards
The clasp of titans.

Time beckons
But lies distant

In a field fettered by the
Hurling of a thousand dreams

Destiny possessed,
Gravity is an afterthought

Dreams paint the edge
Illuminating the palms
Grasping them.

The bodies lift,

Watch
Them

RISE.

J.T.

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