Flammable thoughts through extended levels of position.
Gathered in some grab bag like way, bunched, yet fluid.
Random…. As it comes…. without knowing, suit right on up.
A constant ringing of sorts. Overhead. Yours and mine.
Echoes of vibration, which conduct. Physically…. Mentally.
A wall in my head and written words of plans on pulp.
Some language. Foreign policy and blessings of confined space.
Communication is often issued and returned.
Of no matter. Not wanted. A mystery of description.
Specific. labeled items only please.
You must consider the other side…. another way.
Caged and distributed like a substance of nothingness.
Choosing to look for something more, not found it has always been.
Combined resources and multitudes of equal decisions.
A breathing apparatus is in sight, filtered I will soon be.
Ethics and human resources are used while recovery takes place.
Flashing and re-fueled during the early a.m. readings projected…..
An outage….. a loss of masses counterbalanced by the other..
Processes which construct all we know, our well being, our light.
A huge grand turning of events. Encased.. secured..
So very protected we seem to be, within these labeled gates.
Choose your source. All energy is precious.
Your apparatus is as well.