'Ether - A Memory'

Where have you been? - I've been high on the coils of volume, straining for traverse. With each movement and thought the seconds felt as though perception was a barrage of mirages exploding, then enveloping again in its wake - it was there that I held as little as I could - of me feeling the butterflies and moths gnawing through.. The act was replaced by us, and as a unit of unpreparedness - the urge stirred itself in each of us. Where had we been? We were hungry all along..

Wires upon wires upon wires - affixed themselves like shadows to the myriad of boxes: boxes of all ages, boxes of all sizes and boxes with all names. Like a razored turbulence the electricity cut into everything inanimate - through us, giving us our final form; Sons-of-Luminaire perceptible, Sons-of-Luminaire intangible.. this was our secret sanctum revealing itself now..

Where have you been? - I've been on the stage.

On it I saw their eyes and mouths - I saw the envy welling through those extensions; I saw their remote hearts. There was a while where the darkness behind held me and said, "..& that is all they can do..". And it was enough - the words resounded as I cast myself into the decibels already building, steadily arching - I seized it for my own.

Where have you been? - I've witnessed a velocity.

Perhaps tis' us unregretful, that it was.. our tragedy.

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