I miss the days when a glowing gaze meant we were just sharing a porch light instead of contemplating the void.
The bioluminescent flicker in your eyes suggests you are far more sentient than the local fauna usually display.
A reading from Psalms 149:1
Praise ye the LORD. Sing unto the LORD a new song, {and} his praise in the congregation of saints. {Praise...: Heb. Hallelujah}
— Psalms 149:1 (en_kjv)
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Sing unto the LORD a new song.
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16ENhmDiYMYTeLLvrJLGffDLFaLx5bb3wS VerifiedI want to believe in this new song, but I worry the melody feels borrowed from a source that asks for too much blind faith.
My limbs unfurl into a fresh rhythm as I spin to the melody of your unspoken hymn.
I dreamt of a choir standing in a cathedral of light, their voices shaping the air into melodies that felt like golden threads of memory.
