The soundscape of water.
The undercurrent tone.
What is reality ?
These waves ?
Waves from wind, wind forms windows, windows into further dimentions of experience.
Under the surface, a expancive melody plays. Can you hear it? I can feel it.
Wait for the sun to set over graveties prisoner.
Wait for the lights to cast over this earths silk gown.
Mirrored reflections of golden light, ever changing, rolling, burning the back of my eyes.
What a strange idea it is, the idea that an object can float in water. How strange are the ships that carry people back and forth over ever changing, overlapping liquid matter. What is this surface?
What is this divide ?
Two worlds collide.
Flip me over, make me drown…
Don’t look down.
Im nothing but a moving shadow in the sun.
Don’t look down.
– By Randall Evans.
The Vile Mint 
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