BRINGING THIS TO YOUR DOOR
We the voices listen on in many levels spheres ..
Each doing accordingly weeny self bubble pops that arrive
Each having own perception
Taking stage to speak from identy
We the voices know each other
Yet when constrained by reactive impulses
All thought lines become separate within
Only whispers in background like noise spin
We the voices come to the surface
On call when we spot another same identity
Polerising causing dramas inner dialogues
A bent orchestra of plenty
All thought lines carry a frequency
This gives an opening to hear the dialogue in others
Whether a flippant chaotic orchestra
Or Simply simpler ...
Same frequencies of different combinations of frequencies
Of ... Different dialogue channels Like a keyboard full of color
We the voices are all listening
Waiting for a reaction or an effect from cause
Or Inspiration and or more
That taps us into transformational lust for life
Whilst Creator of all voices
Learns another unfoldment
Another hidden voice might appear
Bringing this to your door
