| Drifting softly above, below, within a vapor of liquid. Scents of floral deep inside my head almost named but unknown. A whisper, a shout a voice from everywhere, from nowhere. Speaking coded words of a language I know, but can not comprehend. Messages, answers to unknown questions. Thoughts unsaid; expressed in a melody of sound and voice. Light within darkness seeing through blindness. A form, a thought, so quickly passed never seen, heard, or known. |
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