you bound around
panning sound.
Each photo a story.
As we are, As we appear, As we imagine ourselves to be.
Your hand paints the sky,
fingers spread color
like the wind.
Remembering everything,
then...
nothing.
Embracing the Vacuous.
Our kind are the most talented of actors.
In here the world resumes.
In here the world ends
In here the world begins.
Apparition in sound.
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