I see a forest stretched out before
me.
Attached to its branches are bells
ringing in the wind.
Corresponding sounds echoing
against one another
Sounds vibrating on a frequency I
can’t understand, yet am desperately yearning to.
Never in my life have I been able
to see the forest for the trees, but here I don’t have to.
The bells serve as my guide and the
branches as my comfort to lean on.
Spread out throughout time and full
of color, the bells exist as interdependent fixtures that are manifestations of
thoughts of those that wonder.
Each is a different shade of a
different color and each shape corresponds to another.
Stretching out against the gravity
of time, these branches know no bounds
but here I stand stuck in the
trenches of
forgotten roots.
You're so skillful at writing through your senses, Delvonta'.
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