Strands of Consciousness
High on tiptoes, fingertips reach for unknown eternity
No existence no seen reality nothing coherent
Tendrils of tight knit gold lash out seeking
Connection, link to fingers outstretched
Music only heard inside mysteriously
connect strands of consciousness
Unawares of surroundings
Little boy, little girl
Dance, dance
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December 22, 2016
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