It’s imminent, and I can feel. It’s not apart, it’s part of an advanced world. A shift within, a quiet ascent, into the shape of what is meant.
Like pressure building in a vein.
The wind is changed, the old rule bends.
As if the world is in a paradigm shift.
Not outdated thoughts,
but something fresh and new.
A break in what we thought we knew.
A distant sound, a rising voice
Of something moving just fine and prompt.
I feel it in the space between.
What hasn’t happened,
what has been through.
It’s imminent, I can’t outrun,
The echo of what’s yet to come.
A shadow overcast the realm.
I feel it, though I don’t know everything detail.
It’s imminent, a turning tide.
A force I cannot step outside.
Not fear, not hesitant ,
but something we must deal with,
To articulate what the present meant.
The patterns start to misalign.
The edges blur of space and time.
What once was fixed begins to sway.
Like certainty is drifting away.
I see it in the way we communicate.
In every answer that feels familiar.
A sense that something underneath.
the truth mixed with misinfo.
A quiet surge, a subtle sign.
The future is unfolding into the real time
It’s imminent, I can’t outrun.
The echo of what’s yet to come.
A shadow stretching into now
I feel it, though I don’t know how
It’s imminent, a turning tide
A force I cannot step outside
Not fear, not tired, but something unspeakable
To clarify what the present meant.
Is it urgent or is it fair?
A deeper layer of justice integrity?
A truth we’ve always stood beside
Now stepping out from where it hides
Maybe shadows wear disguise
In thresholds we don’t know.
It’s imminent, but I won’t resist
This edge of what can be achieved.
Yet somehow pulls me closer still
Beyond my doubt, beyond my ideas
It’s imminent, and I can feel.
It’s not apart,
it’s part of an advanced world.
A shift within, a quiet ascent
Into the shape of what is meant.
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