poem 19

"everything around me is malleable

my reality flexible

everything is precise

to the decimal

the gravity is heavy

the probabilities are endless

the clouds look heavy

the rain is endless

the vibrations are getting stronger

we all emit a frequency

the order isn't random

this is a planned sequencing

the rain is pouring

the Earth is quaking

the sky is falling

and the ground is shaking

revealing a kingdom 

where these truths roam free 

where eternity is a reality

for you and me."