The outer edge of my mind is brooding,
Steaming, bubbling in ways not soothing.
Outraged at the mistakes unfolding
Out of range yet an anger growing
And better to have you listen….
‘Cause, the message I mention is potent.
Delivered to those in the notion
The outer limits of Source I reckon
Are poised to deploy the great Oceans,
If and if we don’t hear…
There’s a Care we forgot to endear
Watched from the outer most sphere
Burning hot with their spots in my ear.
So heed and make speed to attention…
We owe it the Clean of a loving detail
We’re held on the Means that we prevail
Bread to make right yet wrote that we fail
Spreading fear over years as a ‘no reveal’
OutrageUs! they staged us and hid the Real.
So let me flow within the stream of a wolf
and let me show what dreams can expose
“Four those… there came four more”
“Exposure through the open doors”
“Make it right” They said,
at the close of a Night and a wake…
“Make it write” They said,
to begin Second Flight before the break
They said… entourage... clean it up!
entourage… ‘enter.our.age’ a better place we should make it. less mistakes like the ship that breaks… over the coral… it’s not okay.
entourage ...2. surroundings or environment
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