Torrential Rainfall in the Etheric World
Painstaking frequencies of sounds in our spasmic senses.
Creation’s worst imbalances in its core crumble our actions and leave passersbys thinking our bodies are dysregulated beyond words.
Brainchild of our movement does not personify the creative instincts of our brains. Morbidly yet modestly filled by fear of unknowns and nature while the torrential rainfall buries us deep within our core centers.
Puzzled by our brilliance the mammoths of the universe personify us as strange.
