It begins with an extraterrestrial silence.
An inviting hush tempting those who may be ready. Transformation ripples and pushes doubt into an abyss reserved for the uncertain. Curiosity is the juicy worm on a fishhook placed so delicately to connect one with one.
It begins with a cosmic sadness.
A deliberate abnormal squeezing of the heart oozing out nectar to feed entire colonies. The power is in the sharing. To place a tiny break of grain in an empty hand. To receive a crumb from a stale loaf. It is all equal.
Distant ocean waves trim against galaxies to travel closer and bring energy along with an unfinished story towards us. We can sense it gaining traction.
Close enough to crash off the rocks and juggle between our eardrums. Breaking water becomes the second hand clicking in this space. We listen harder even as the waves slowly become mute.
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