Standard transmission, of a fluctuated decision. In a fractured prism bending time through a rainbow of broken light.
Galaxies drawn closer, growing ever near. The world has no fear, because it is far from near. The dimensional stability of worlds drawn opposite from another. Where adverse reactions make for deviant deatraction.
Colliding altitude, the deep blue hue. Mirrors the ocean surface, turbulent in its very nature. Swings like a pendulum, creates order in this dimension.
The luna scape carved in twine. Once just a rocky outcrop, not flawless by nature. It was the first time we saw earth rise. As it calls us, back to home.
Only in the dimensional world, can one actually see the opposite side. Things so absurd, but easly observed. Was it a picture in a mind, as brilliantly insane.
But to dream of such things, only makes it seem. That without the hindsight of time, one would never understand the fine line.
If world's intertwined could be so free. But still governed by the laws, the mathematical equations that be, precursors logic, it's very wisdom.
We follow the very pattern, not such a fractured reaction. A movement of time, it ripples through space. An analogue wave, it can't always be saved. But until such day, I hold no dismay.
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