Rolling in reverse, gazes are questioning from underneath, while simultaneous visions are beckoned with, hovering and pixelated. As the lingering anticipation unfolds clarity is vivid. The pulse is a rhythmic sangban, and blood coursing through veins is the koudi. Separation creates a paralysis, completely frozen, and the drum beats stop, and the flute becomes a deafening silence. Conscious of stillness and enough awareness to invite courage to play with curiosity. Struggling to repel fear, seconds morph to lifetimes, secrets skim the astral and glide to the unknown, whirlwinds of the unfamiliar seem so tangible, cant escape the chaos, unable to retain what was so vivid in the eye of the storm. Pulling sensations and the roar jump start the sangban but there is no beat. Panic invites one's final thoughts, somehow an intuitive gesture triggers a seismic miracle transforming a once frigid cadaver into a thriving being filled with life force. Curious how reality ravages the veils that once were so neatly placed and accepted so easily. Questioning ignorance of choosing to be blind, coddling the secure inherent societal truth of imagination or expanding ones deepest self. Thriving on exploration, magnified will power of intellectualism acquired from ether begins to radiate. Stagnant reality collides with the mundane.
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