a long tone envelopes us
the kind that gathers clouds
separates the bluest seas
it speaks of apparitions
who weep for our enclosure
sketching a subliminal hue
haunting the subconscious
of our cumulus composure
touching upon our existence
there is an eternal tone
sustaining and trembling
in parallel squares
and in between these
we exist concurrently
between the surface of transparency
on the edge of a beautiful discord
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