Between the nodes
Vibrancy dictates
Apathy rules
Waves of resolution and revolution
Rest
Seek the niche
On the twelfth night
A node in time
When the sixth degree of separation
Arrives
Two out of time
Traverse the foreboding
Blissfully unaware
Of their destiny –to restore Penuel
Anew
Artwork photo used by permission: jeremiah morelli
Living In the Corner of a Vortex 
It is like a spell out of the dogeared leaves of a long forgotten tome, as if you served a chalice of belladonna in between whispers unto the visitor.
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not a mouthful of belladonna, yikes!
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The delusional effect rather than the taste is what I had in mind. Apologies!
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🙂
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