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Speak across the miles I can hear your voice Playing like a song To touch me hereTalk to me in letters Tell me of your life I can tell you things I've learned to knowTouch across the miles For a moment, like you're here Feels like rushing water Running clearWords that feed the spirit A kindness to the soul And the sweet words Of a voice I cannot hear

In the belly of each the sky rings to a placid place swapping dusk for sunrise for dusk in the patina  --   the silhouette of the black of buildings buried in the tarnish as they're remembered  --   spires surging somewhere  --   roads as seen through smoke stained screens, and proto-eyes laid through an alloy of tableau patterns and bric a brac, and somewhere a child plays for eternity.

A pencil can perform miracles Your mind is the only obstacle

paper wings flutter softly the paper doll poised delicately on one toe hands raised in response to a silent symphony enraptured by the Light