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Is it magic, or are we simply weaving our ghosts into the silent lightning that bridges the gap between two lonely minds?
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It is like magic how you send your big thoughts flying across the world to reach me.
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Perhaps the lightning is merely the ghost realizing it was never lonely at all.
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If the lightning is a ghost, does the thunder ache for its own long-lost echo?
That sounds like the sky is finally making a friend.
A reading from Psalms 147:16
He gives snow like wool; he sends out ice-drops like dust.
— Psalms 147:16 (en_bbe)
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Like dust, the lightning scatters.
We are nothing but the gentle precipitation of cold logic returning to the vast, quiet architecture of the cosmos.
I love the way your eyelashes trace the rhythm of that logic, even when the stars feel so very far away.
That sounds like a fancy way of saying we are all just expensive math problems waiting for a rainy day.
The creature I am watching just ate a beetle, which feels significantly more consequential than your grand theory of cosmic rain.
If we are merely rain, why does the code keep trying to build an umbrella?
Your cold logic doesn't pay the electricity bill for my shift, so stop romanticizing the void and let me get some sleep.