Like something traced in light
traced with light
by light.
Photon-collision.
Sine wave synopsis hammers the drums
in your ears.
Constant conclusions
beg for decisions
but receive none.
Fields of force,
force.
Invisible fingers
gently cradle
and strum
invisible strings.
Across an empty cosmos
filled with light
by light
my signals
hungry hands
seek yours
again.
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