Deeper Connections

*Deeper Connections*

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In the realm of thought, where silence sings,

Words are swords, cutting through the strings.

They mold our minds, like clay in hands,

Crafting our worlds, with whispers and brands.

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Telepathy lingers, just beyond reach,

In the ether of thought, where we’re meant to teach.

Connected we are, in this vast mental sea,

Yet we speak in tongues that bind us, you see.

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The news casts spells, in directions they choose,

North, East, West, South—what is it we lose?

The vowels they teach, A, E, I, O—

A subtle reminder of debts we bestow.

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Weekdays weigh heavy, kings turned to thralls,

In the grind of the clock, hear the echo of calls.

The weekend whispers, a moment to break,

Yet confusion reigns, in the choices we make.

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Television flickers, a vision to mold,

Programming minds with stories retold.

Slaughter is laughter, hell hides in hellos,

The fabric of matter, in the words that we chose.

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But beneath it all, intuition does bloom,

A spark of the sacred, dispelling the gloom.

Remember the power that lies in your core,

For in each silent thought, there’s so much more.

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Together we rise, beyond spoken chains,

In the dance of our minds, true freedom remains.

So let’s weave our thoughts, like threads of a dream,

In the tapestry of life, let our spirits redeem.

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