Unspeakable sounds.
Unknowable movements.
Trapped in calamity that drowns my heart from improvement.
It is you I see.
Essence drains from every bone.
Transcendent beauty in every tone.
It is you I crave.
Be sure that when the fire is dead and gone that you were not transparent.
Let your light be as covalent as air.
I may see you, or crave you, but you may never come.
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