As time drips by trees droop like tired giants. The obsidian music of the spheres lights up this watery whisper of a soul with cascading shadows of night which obliterate the electromagnetic lines that cage us. For a fleeting and furtive instant, existence stretches out like a languid supernova. Cocooned momentarily in that strand of time the quantum fuses with the cosmological, and I become everything in the universe that I am not.
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