There are dimensions in the world
Shaman might agree
The high, the low, and middle
Accordingly, are three
We live, as such on middle ground
Grounded by belief
Conspirators want us stranded there
Stagnation brings their relief
No one is to blame
We’re masters of our fate
Sequestered withing common ground
Within our separated state
A breakthrough is what’s needed
To see ourselves as cause
Instead of victims held in place
By stories encased in moss
9/6/15 #3