How can my soul speak, when your language isn’t clear.
I flip through my collection of filters.
Each lens allows me to experience and express reality uniquely.
Colors, musical notes, equations, sound waves.
Geometric shapes, lights, patterns of stars and cells and DNA.
The mud, the bark, the rocks, the slime, the webs, the flowers.
Water, wood, metal, earth, fire and wind.
Each virtual reality filter at my fingertips.
My soul seeks, but the words are not there.
I cycle through like a ham.
Orchestrating a message of parts that even I cannot speak
And only raw flesh can comprehend.
I pull it all together into a ball and set it spinning.
A beacon, a light, pulsing with meaning.
A wolf scattered in space and time.
Casting my net into the void.
Searching for you.
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