HEADSCAPES

LOVE IN A MIST

Time is the gossamer veil laying over our existence. I reach to feel where the surface tension glows with a static snow white noise the sand on an electric beach. My music pushes my hand deeper into another realm it closes over my fingers. Where, through these aether waves, I am reaching out for her to bridge the gap between this world and the next. Now and then. Before and after. Existing. Simultaneous. Joined. Connected. My muse holds my hand. I hear her voice once again.

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