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...
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