My curled up days, the fetal position, when days give a slender chance Stubborn chill the amplified shrill amidst a silent uprising of desires Staring at the primeval fears when cosmic churning are vigorous Blank spaces have become aggressive and possessive, it a wild chase Up there, beyond the clouds, much deeper into the celestial abyss Change of consciousness, a new plan is written on … Continue reading Is this a New Awakening