◦◦◦The Wave

Vibrations in air,

the warmth expands

the unspoken longing.

Glue that enchants

spaces

between.

 

We move from particle existence

to loosen grip, the hard

understanding

of

reality.

Each conscious act unpicks the molecular.

∘      ◌

∴      ⋮

⋯     ≍

We

become

The Wave

 

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