It’s the eye that makes us sigh for each other
It’s the raw flesh that grows fervid blood cells inside
According to a well-established programme;
It’s the blood flow that gets pumped at a higher pace
Draining every other cell
In order to feed the islands of our imagination.
It’s the uncontrollable realm of the subconsciousness
Firing epileptic bursts of electricity
Meant to be turned into visions
That serve as project drawings
For the realities ahead.
It’s the inner vines
That grow and bloom on the land of the brainy islands
Piercing the membrane of the consciousness
And developing towards our outer beings
As human creations.
10.06.2020
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