Tuesday, 16 June 2015

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Wish I could make you see this brightness
Don't worry, all is well
All is so perfectly, damnably well
I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions,
waiting to be transcended
One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so

Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own,
and I know that separation is an illusion

My life extends far beyond the limitations of me