@KriszRokk 13 February 2025

Dynamite (Original Poetry) I gaze into the maze and notice how you burn through the roof of my intentions. I spit fire, yet my veins continue to struggle despite the pressure that is released from the neighboring castles of marble.   *Here comes the crystal spiral* I think to myself and wonder. It’s different this time, more succulent, more vibrant.   Millions trapped in a nonchalant color falling prey to a sound that transpires by entangling our multi-dimensional musical instrument into a pool of non-playing characters distracting us with their meaningless gutter.   Three, six, nine, are powerful numbers they unlock the door to the sacred triangle an octahedron, to be more precise housing two pyramids, one upright the other a mirror image harboring the beautiful resources that lie underground.   Your spirit knows this no matter how hard the physical realm tries to twist your perception and turn you into a fan of deception.   Drop into your heart and watch how the program goes wild. Observe the hemispheres partner up to fuel the dynamite hidden in plain sight.   Push that spinal fluid quicker into your third eye it will thank you by revealing to you the path you’ve chosen when you decided to participate in the game of life. 💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎 Image by Daniela S. aka@wayofaiki https://ecency.com/@wayofaiki Originally published on the Hive blockchain at @KriszRokk https://ecency.com/hive-150329/@kriszrokk/dynamite-original-poetry

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