What
imprint
will be
left?
How will
the
ether
be plucked?
How deep
will the
vibrations
be?
What's left
behind
vibrates
through time.
Interacts,
reflects,
deflects.
Resonates
with all
that came
before and
yet to be.
The ether
cares not
about the
corporeal,
but what
the corporeal
delivers.
What
vibration
the corporeal
leaves behind,
introduces
on to the
evolving
ether.
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