Random Motions Poem by Shane Engisch

Avoid to analyze the brighter side and devoting the time to sheer demise does reprise the roll of shine in any eyes

Yet appointing the energy towards the level of degree dancing against the apathy shall decree your presence is gliding into a free sea of unity.
Combustion from duality, divinity through unity in reality it's impossible because dimensionally we eventually consciously know it's not here. It won't ever be here. Bridge it over and disappear.

From 3 to 4 then onto 12 unless you prefer to see a realm such as hell. Purgatory, or whatever it may be called is not only your mind with walls, but a body whose physics residing in limits denying the finish and a spirit within the disharmonious limbs of reflections so grim from falsifying hymns.