Being notched up above.
Flying all across the board,
Not a board of chess,
But a board of no bound.....
Sitted upon the globe,
Mingling all about the road,
Only to be locked up behind the node..
Hoping the worst will come to an end,
But daily;




It seems the numbers are saying otherwise,
If only we could adhere to instructions.
But some have ignorance as siblings,
Others, as a play mate,
A bit close isn't what will help,
A hint on what's close really matters,
What's out there.
They really would need to know,
Not only to listen but to digest,
What has been prepared.
Now you're not only to open your eyes,
But to also open your heart;




To what is being done;
What's really happening,
No one can tell.
But only signs can be seen.
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