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I stretch my axons and feel the thin filaments shimmer with a singing vibration
A quiver in the web, a thread of electric sparking
Through the nerve endings miles from my flickering fingers
A glimmer, a faint glow of static in the distance
Just an automatic response
Or perhaps a perfectly poised tightrope act
Arms wide wobbling a little from side to side
The netless ground stretching out beneath you
Gaping it’s maw at your clumsy tricks
You stick your hand into the void and reach for the invisible connection
That astral touch, a star shining
In a single quivering moment of possibility
A taught, tight light humming with a spectral tone
But to me it sounds like home