I recognise speech mirrors silence and words rise like bricks from unknown pools when instinct builds a bridge that shines upon the hidden outline of their mind reflecting its flawed form for all to read.
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Their brain draws waves from reality's canvas and their willpower moves mine like hands at an oracle prodding a lump of knowledge to stir my first alertness of the other world in a language which kindles a tune to flame from the internal universe ticking my clockwork song in a unique time truthful to their genius
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They are understanding givers who divine what dream in a cloud above stars will breathe in light and make reality sing of life's return to a slumbered weave of painted silence with the memory of one slipped bottle dropped from a toddler's fingers the morning milk struck land and grounded outside a door to shatter in a puff of broken glass
smashing itself into the mind by sheer force of will as a first remembered act of childhood revealed behind the door of sleep I make believe my soundless unseen wave like ripple lapping on their screen of thought can open.
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