Into The Ether

It is not the cry of a cold wind or raw light beginning to bloom, reaching to touch your body where the imperceptible has found a way to speak through flesh. To speak beyond a hand craving  and forever reaching into the ether. It is a sound more unmistakeable, what I imagine is the music of a soul being made and unmade only to be tethered together again. And it seems to begin as all

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