Is this a New Awakening

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 the patterns

The worldly emptiness feels like an alien womb, an unrest in the soul

Opposing tides, the wild dance of energy and a timeless change


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