multiplied by distance, the energy of thought reaches peak intensity. it expands, grows off surrounding elements, attracts particles of memory, desire, loss. my thought extends towards you at increasing velocity, travelling space, philosophy and time. when it gets to you, it will stop, furiously beating its wings, suspended mid-air, right on the line of your horizon. perhaps you will recognise it, admire whatever colours it still has, let it linger. or maybe you will wave it off, gently with your hand, and disperse the energy all the way back into the past.
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