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.
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∘ ◌
∴ ⋮
⋯ ≍
≋
﹏
We
become
The Wave
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