Where have I gone? It is of little importance.<\/p>\n
Ah! Tame wind. No – far deeper. Dull knock on a pulsating shell. Deeper yet. Silence.<\/p>\n
Any spoken word disperses, leaving only a faltering trace as the last note branches off into\u00a0myriad veins, filling the crown so proudly. Each leaf golden. Up, up she rises and then all at once collapses. Spills. Uncontrolled, infinite. Every crevice an open palm, begs to be whole, just an unwavering\u00a0embrace of still air, trusting invisible wings. High above taut strings plainly guide a kite across the sky. The reeds gone quiet, the flutes at peril for not a single sound escapes the oval. The ceasing gush as\u00a0the waves gracefully retreat. The sea\u00a0swallows and exhales a crisp, winterlike breath transforming vapor into tiny crystals.\u00a0The\u00a0output of those very words deemed meaningless. Instantly they vanish. A gurgle, a groan – insinuated purely by motion. A symphony of silence forged in the depths of every heart.<\/p>\n
Where has the universe gone?<\/p>\n
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Where have I gone? It is of little importance. Ah! Tame wind. No – far deeper. Dull knock on a pulsating shell. Deeper yet. Silence. Any spoken word disperses, leaving only a faltering trace as the last note branches off into\u00a0myriad veins, filling the crown so proudly. Each leaf golden. Up, up she rises and then all at once collapses. Spills. Uncontrolled, infinite. Every crevice an open palm, begs to be whole, just an unwavering\u00a0embrace of still air, trusting invisible wings. High above taut strings plainly guide a kite across the sky. The reeds gone quiet, the flutes at peril for not a single sound escapes the oval. The ceasing … departed<\/span> weiterlesen