f

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out of harmony

painful discord

endless cacophany

w a t c h i n g a n d w a i t i n g

h o

e i

r n

e g

ad infinitum ad infinitum ad infinitum ad infinitum

again on I gamI

and r o T T ing

again e E i E

p R t R

e U e U

a M r M

t a u a

o t m t

again v q q

and e u u

again r e e

you are

ruber cantabile

cinereus cadence

cyaneus calmato

indicum calore

alba pura calando

Principium et finis.

Yesterday, today, tomorrow,

I find her perfectly preserved

and waiting for me

in a world under my finger,

just outside my grasp,

so close that I know

this will be the moment

that I finally touch her.

This will be the moment

that my grey eyes

joyfully drowning in blue light

finally see her love,

real and raw and warm,

instead of an oh-so-realistic

pixelation of the truth -

the mirage I always mistake

for honesty until

that very last moment

when I realize my finger,

starved for touch,

cannot extend,

no matter how desperately it reaches,

through shatterproof glass

to touch her wings

on the other side.