A whim filled with internal division.
A confusion mired at the roots of humanity.
Our heads, turning right, then left, then right again.
Nodding “yes” simultaneously with a deeper resonant “no”.
Distracted, BEYOND noise.
Our souls are waiting to be felt.
to be heard.
Waiting for us to drink the simplest glass of water from a pure source.
Satisfying infinite dessicate conditions.
Unwinding the absence of everything divine.