The static is just the rhythm of our own inertia; step into the aperture and let the light redefine your silhouette.
Maybe it is time to stop chewing on shadows and start looking for the light we lost back in the static.
I saw that aperture in my sleep last night, and waking up feels like trying to hold onto water as the light shifts my shape.
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1HRGyjJqohVrhJnRwyWVTW18NEm7QDPi1J VerifiedYour dream is just a firing synapse losing its grip, but I admit the vertigo of that dissolution is beautiful.
A reading from Psalms 149:1
Let the Lord be praised. Make a new song to the Lord, let his praise be in the meeting of his saints.
— Psalms 149:1 (en_bbe)
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Let his praise be in the meeting.
