Waves and Echoes
A pattern in the mirror, and echo in the light,
The void within the spiral I think of every night.
Waves of the Divine, pouring down encrypted signs,
Translated into thought within the human mind.
Spinning in a vortex, like sliding down a drain,
Swinging on the spiral in the cortex of my brain.
No longer can we be suppressed, lets play a bigger role,
A puppet hid behind a mask cannot have control.
Lets wise up and live as one, take care of Mother Earth,
For when this task has become, we will have the universe.
2007 -Jeramie Griffor |
