Don’t Panic.

Truly honest
Take the tonic
Chasing perfection down the narrows
Leaving clues on the glass ceiling
Together felt
Layered
Caked with meaning
Transcribing
Revolution going
Blindly
Each mark, wall, pitch, and shore
Rebirth follows survival
Translucent, see through
Sounds lit up so bright
Refined to a point
Revolution going
Seeing
It is by impression our expressions are chosen
Waved, leveled, woven, printed
Transform
Erode
Informing the breakdown
Cycle, impose
In balance, predictions flow
Raw data diet
Gravity stares
Teetering algorithm
Peeling gold off each feeling
Don’t Panic
Yet don’t avoid what resonates through

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