The first two lines of this poem were going round my mind and the rest slowly emerged over the last hour. It's saying something about creation and repairing the damage done across generations. I hope you like it. The artwork is a mosaic design I drew yesterday and then digitally inverted.
Blue eyes pierce the darkness
Crossing the honey bridge
Between alternate dimensions
Where instincts run feral
Dropping foundations of ecstacy
Barefoot in the moonlit grass
Among the constellations
Musical notes hang nightmares
Borrowing lost equanimity
Echoing songs of relaxation
Skipping familial beats
Growing wilder highs
Jars of dirt all that's left
From long abandoned forests
Across aeons fireflies beckon
To carnivals of planetary care
Will these records clash or stick
In the auction of our lives?
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