abandoned warehouse, hardly before dawn
a swirled mix of lavender and indigo seeps through transparent blotches in the ceiling
oversized bulbs cast golden-amber blankets onto the chilled concrete floor
shadow patches contrast the incandescence; a plaid apparition emerges...
"Feeling the past moving in
Letting a new day begin
Hold to the time that you know
You don't have to move on to let go..."
directly ahead, an infinite platform is hoisted on a structured cluster of steel pallet racks
animated bodies form statues, perfume and cologne perforate the scent of aged stone, the two aromas engaged in a courtship dance
two sets of meandering eyes are brought to a fix, gaze locked, immortalized in the confines of an instant...
"Add to the memory you keep
Remember when you fall asleep
Hold to the love that you know
You don't have to give up to let go..."
resonance, reverberation, ubiquitous flux
swift echoes quickly consume the void between these walls, filling the volume unoccupied by roaming souls, yet still encased in a decaying hypercube of vacated, post-industrial property
trespassing is evident, but there are no signs of forced entry
paradoxical liberation in an enclosed space...
"Remember turning on the night
And moving through the morning light..."
ten seconds, or ten aeons?
erect sculptures yield plasticity as increasing heart beat rates invigorate the two forms
blood rushes back to skin surfaces, intensified
infinity eclipsed by the blunt reinjection of temporal order
supplying source? unknown...
"Remember how it was with you
Remember how you pulled me through--"
bending and curving space, the two foci cede themselves to the weakest, yet most discernible, of fundamental forces in the universe
pressing forward, they abandon promises of physical conjunction and embrace an imminent incorporeal union;
a fusion of loci, individual essences become blurred, identities are rendered obscured--
obliterated...
"I remember..."
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