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Quiet Gaps
Ocean reach.
Bioluminous,
Winding continuous.
Circadian echoes.
Weaving through sea-dust.
Infinity’s rumour.
Roaring from star to star.
Moon to moon.
The place where love sleeps.
Where souls speak.
Soft as air between clasped palms
As the tickle of stroking skin.
Silent as the mind unspoken.
As memories buried marrow deep.
Finally hearing what was always within.
Because spaces gave it wings.
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