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I must break free

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  I must break free Inside the pod, I arch and lash against the restraints. The hum thickens—translucent waves pressing me down. My motion meets mass. Sound becomes gravity. I hang there, suspended, until resistance teaches me stillness. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via  YouTube Music , Spotify , iTunes, Apple Music and Soundcloud To support my art, feel free to donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal    If you want to acquire JJFB's art creations as an NFT - John's Opensea NFT profile is https://opensea.io/JJFBbennett   Copyright This artwork is protected by U.S. and International copyright laws . Distribution and/or modification of the...
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Celeste To See The 0cean

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In sleep, Celeste finds ocean and waves
They emerge from a darkened sky and full of concern
Society is temporarily pushed aside
Somewhere out there
There is what has always been lacking
The something that makes sense
The something that would explain it all

As a novice
In the wonder and in the splendor
Drawn in
Once again
This universe was nothing without her
It was within her
She was within it

Is this a predetermined pattern?
The endless search for what could not be known
Across the waters and into the horizon
Beautiful projections are harnessed
Applied as evidence
As proof against those responsible

Docked into the safety of the foreshore
Ankle chained finger pointed
Waiting for the observer to make the decision
Of which or of what
She is determined to undercover

There is no questioning that it is out-of-hand
It is a warning and a calling
There is no letting go
Firmly entwined in her righteousness
Celeste is in the moment of her predicament
Knowing within each return, she has gained
Certainty of self










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