Aether Arc

Crystallizing void
Nothing bursts from inner folds
Tangibly altered

The record skipping
Though needle retains its edge
Despite the chaos

Is there advantage
To demarcated darkness
For one made of light?

Mixing is the goal
An intimacy of real
Would one claim corner?

In a foreign land
Does light shine similarly
From familiar hue?

This arc scatters all
Static to wind to heartbeat
Meaning remembered

ReproCorecessing
Muddled wavefronts synchronize
Pearl from nothing

I whistle silence
The universe sings to me
Beneath the aether

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