once she came,
and like an evening-
late spring
when rains had begun,
she sang
all about
Big Time Love...
restful...
she sang out loud
yet not heard by all...
barring him...
she sang out in
a mode which transmitted pulses rhythmic
soul to soul...
even many miles apart...
a mode which no known intoxication could possibly usher in...
none...
but he knew...
like misty dew
on leaves...
like that
tomorrow never dies theme-
all red
like a residue...
on heart
holding Him,
like she holding Her...
or He connecting Her...
and She doing the same...
clairvoyance,
that did that...
no blue smoke...
no prick
or poke...
no cellular network...
only freed minds...
freed from every possible strife...
freed from small life...
freed from small time...
clairvoyance...
that did it...
when a traveler
paused sudden...
listening the whistle of the breeze
as filtered through distance
unverified...
locations unknown...
only clairvoyance
seeds like that could have sown...
uncarried...
undelivered...
still sown soft...
lukewarm...
the way it should happen...
on hearts softened...
souls attached...
yet being few million light years apart...
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