small wound #61 (with audio)
distance.
distance.
by small wounds & Jeanne Vessantra
the darkness
between suns
spills
溢れた
pressure
tears through
mi corazón se disuelve
everything bleeds,
and drags me
私をarrastra ???
the abyss doesn’t stay still—
it shudders
crushes sound
until nothing answers,
all that’s left
silence
the void isn’t empty
it listens.
it grows.
it moves—
slowly,
imperceptiblement,
vividly,
siempre.
from the curve of our universe,
both the void and felicity were born.
we mistook distance for fascination,
a connection of smoldering truths.
but darling,
gravitation has drawn us both to earth.
can you bear to watch
this distance break?
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I love the image of the silence growing. Deep level there.
Wonderful. It just is what it is. Cosmic melody. The good the bad and the ugly and the beauty.