No equation
to explain the division of the senses
No sound to reflect
the radiance of time
(...)
Sometimes you can't tell
whether you're waking up
or going to sleep
Spiralling
Unnumbered streets
All the games cannot be yours
All the sights, the treasures of the eye
Does the divided soul remain the same?
No equation to explain
Destiny's hand
Moved, by love
Drawn by the whispering shadows
Into the mathematics
of our desire
It Takes Time
Patti and Fred "Sonic" Smith
(Until the End of the World)
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