”... wormsign…”
Still guardian’s mind
The likes of the switch
of which I find as Wind
do the faithful I train.
”...no need for weapons…”
as the Sleeper awakens.
Slow blade turns to brush…
”... I must not fear…”
by will alone my mind is motion
screaming past a desert ocean
juice of my thoughts acquire speed
Stains on my lips will take no heed
It is by my will, that I proceed….
”... I broke the conditioning…”
Mouse shadows on the Moon
”... thoughts have a sound…”
It was taught and so too found
that the write just flows…
There is no ‘control’
and those who know…
ARE, the Spice.
inspirations:Dune
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