Feb 2022
Thinking about paganism and religions... Feels like it still needs some fleshing out
The old gods have died but the myths remain
Pages torn from books, marking patterns
The shapes, ideas take on the world
Reflected in dreams
Existing in the ether
Something confident and eternal
We begin again
A new ideal
No more holy anger
No more righteousness
Stand by, indignity
Let go all the rage
There must be space
There must be love, and room to breathe
For the newborn dreams
@porrectus Feb 2022
I like the free flow of these beautiful lyrics. There are some really cool things in there. I like the picture of newborn dreams needing love and room. Cool write, well done.