There's,
letters in the air.
Words,
tethered to,
this corporeal experience.
Sound,
which exist,
within the void.
There's,
a voice.
This,
simple yet intense,
vibration.
Energy,
tethered to stillness.
Whilst,
paradoxically tethered,
to constant alterations.
Be I,
forever perplexed by such.
Forever,
ensnared by,
this which reverberates,
the water within.
This,
which exist,
as golden whispers.
Oh,
to forever,
hear such.
To be,
the ear,
the eyes.
To be,
the mind.
Oh,
how such,
shall forever be,
I...
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