to the ones who see the towers, how many of there are you? 

your name is secret

you won’t understand it early on

you will believe in the traps at first

slowly

the unfurling

nature 

of your personal 

soul exposure

depth charges of positive balance

wrenching heart fire

placing the beat within

to a place that seems outside

inteligence wrangles itself a new existence between that of languish

and vigilance

lines in sand disapear in the wind

overnight

proper and held close 

you seen it

you have already seen it

you’re blessed

and you know it