Consider here
the potential ramifications
of various forms
of Disclosure.
Fever is heating up.
Spines have grown.
Balls have dropped.
Lines now drawn in the sand.
Will the waves wash us all away
before any one of us manages
to build a formidable castle?
One that can withstand
the onslaught, the wild rage
of these angry waters?
Can we manage
to come together, hold hands,
ascend through realization
of our underlying connections,
or will we both fall prey
once again
to Them?
In either case: what then?
Are we slaves, one with Them,
after all?
Are we,
am I
One of Them,
after all?
Are we rebels, encaged,
or excommunicated yet again,
cast out into the cosmos,
seeding foreign stars,
vagabonds to the very core?
Wayward Indigo Starseeds
of the very highest order?
I feel most at home
in the sea of stars,
to be honest.
I feel most at home
in the stars.
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