Outcast Utterance

The voice seems distant and foreign.

Barely a whisper.

Speaking a specific subtly of specialness.

Getting out the distraction of the collective's missing piece.

Releasing the time.

Clearing the clouds.

Lost somewhere wandering adrift.

Forgetting the deepest expression.

Innocent to the abandonment of genius.

Stuck in a blank.

Blanked by space.

It seems possible to temporarily misplace individuality as we collaboratively ascend into unity.

Entertaining with energetics.

Evolving energetically.

Veering vibrationally.

Simmering every cell.

A paradox of fearlessness and innocent unexpectation.

Tomorrow is not guaranteed.