..(a strange and solitary whirring begins)
and the staccato beat of my own heart becomes a blanket
warm and soothing..a living comfort for the psyche..
(against the surface of my soul an acoustic movement unfurls..)
- a remembered symphony
..and the flush of flesh
..an echo in time
..heat and water
(the transference.. a stunning star of transmutation...)
(i remember this part..
...the familiarity begets the ache..)
~ and the wheels resume their movement..
so close one to the other..a moment more
(..hearing the solemn intonation of their inexorable swing
..i breathe.. and wait..)
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