What a ghostly whisper of feeling
That passes through as a slight sinewy shade
A sound that causes an action
Like the fluttering of a bird responding to the creak of a tree
Arising
Regal, silent, strong, protective
This sense that is perfectly comprehensible yet in the same instantaneous moment so terribly mysterious
I believe it is my destiny to always feel connected through mis-connection
What is supposed to happen simply does not exist
My touch in flux
Seeking to uncover the disturbance and embrace it
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