A Vision

The sky of my mind is all clouds of white. 

All music is silence, and here I know the voice at the top of the mountain. 

Not suspended or falling but an endless echo of static. 

Tenderness both hallow and deep. 

It tells me: “You can choose.”
-The fog clears in the wake of your decision and the road that you paved is revealed. 

Go forth once more and witness.

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