The High Seas- Private Compensate
"You know what, you're right!
Precision is at the heart
When it comes to love
Private Compensate
This will arrange the pieces
Making extra links
Many extra links
When decorating a womb
Make a place to cut
There's a storm coming
I can connect linked to you
Pardon my pieces
We live large in dreams
And tiny in waking realms
Finding size right-wise
We have been trained well
And have best interests at heart
Find fox feet in art
You want to see strength?
Demand powers out of time?
Parley places found
All angles are ours
The King must be pulled from ruins
Then the lightning strikes."
Lightning then strikes, exactly in mind and on cue. There is a residual counter-action within the maelstrom, a kind of unearthly calm, all around the ship. A disconnect is felt, in a way, when worlds unlink. There is an intentional organization of moves, to make many first steps automatic. "Once we can agree on these initial steps through life, we will have found our home, our fabric, our Sheep's Blessing."
The sentiment is felt but left unresponded. The decks have now begun to fill. The energy in the air finds its imbalance and polarizes. I find that my mind pleasantly rests in the crevices. A rebounding and resounding energy. So many times I have left, faded, morphed, and the energy remains. My hope is that there is Hope at the end of the day. Still, the ship finds itself caught in a very large whirlpool, for the end upcoming. Might the end be delayed? The angles have been adjusted each action, to allow for interference.
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