It speaks.
I’m in your face.
Invading your space
Like liquid lace seeping through cracks in your unfathomable bubble
of unproven beliefs in a
protected world.
But from the holes in the fabric of the universe, it, with hope, comes and heralds.
Like instinct.
Feral.
It comes packaged in a box from nowhere.
From up there
From here and to and there.
It ain’t no god it ain’t no savior
It’s a hope come to watch your behavior
On
The matter.
It speaks.
A hope is it, I you am and we.
IT.
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