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Description
Simple cymbal slamming
turns and transforms and tricks
my ears into thinking,
(which should be left up to the brain; it does it better)
Tricks me into thinking sparks exist here.
Shocking, sparking
untangible shards of the broken bond that once
called us soul mates.
Star-crossed lovers,
exploring every crevice
of cracked corpses.
Cold and clothed with the inevitability

of the end.
The never coming end.
Stalled and stranded...
Stopped in mid-air.
In the middle of time.

Description
Simple cymbal slamming
turns and transforms and tricks
my ears into thinking,
(which should be left up to the brain; it does it better)
Tricks me into thinking sparks exist here.
Shocking, sparking
untangible shards of the broken bond that once
called us soul mates.
Star-crossed lovers,
exploring every crevice
of cracked corpses.
Cold and clothed with the inevitability

of the end.
The never coming end.
Stalled and stranded...
Stopped in mid-air.
In the middle of time.