The sky is in focus now., (a brilliant blue) as I lay upon the dry grass that carpets an open field, resting between two radio towers, on the sleeping city outskirts, of this quiet rural community. My dreams of you a steady hiss, parallel to the exchanged signals of sound waves, they ride themselves into the deep abyss.
The late afternoon exudes electronic currents through my beating chest, pumping blood, enduring the labor of my beating heart, and thoughts of you into the clear unstoppable evening.
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