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Worlds Apart
In the spaces between heartbeats,
Where time stretches thin as spring leaves of poet-trees
blowing in the breeze,
I catch glimpses of you living
In a universe adjacent to mine.
There, the sky burns violet at dawn,
And trees grow downward, reaching
For a core of molten starlight
While gravity plays different songs.
You drink tea made from moonflowers,
Write letters with crystallized rain,
And speak in colors I can only taste
I press my palm against the membrane
That keeps our realities distinct.
Feel it pulse like a living thing
Between dimensions, between dreams.
Sometimes, when the barriers grow weak,
I swear I can hear your laughter
Echo across the cosmic divide,
A melody in quantum frequencies.
Perhaps one day the walls will thin,
The boundaries between worlds dissolve,
And we'll meet in that strange space
Where impossible things become real.
Until then, I'll keep watching
For traces of your existence
Collecting evidence of parallel lives
In the corners of my consciousness.
Copyright ©
Christen Foster
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