Synapse Syncopation

The rising tide, the worm ingesting dust, the sparkle of sharp ice crystals, the spirals that make up the universe and the quantum mimics from alternative dimensions, the lost songs with no one to pass them on to, the warmth of a hand that fades overnight when the reaper comes to claim his due, the chambers of a heart still beating, the endless transfer of electrons, the driftwood and cast off shells, the capillary exchange, the long overnight flight over an ocean only to wake on another day in another land speaking an unknown language.

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