The Psy Lent Scream

Without expecting it and waiting for an internet connection to come back online I thought I would just let whatever was there just flow out… It feels good to do it but the result sometime looks really odd and I don’t know what to make of it. I just corrected the typos and pasted it here.

Anyway the connection is back…

The silent scream tears at the conceptual heart of the dream and travels down time to become a memory of what once was and seen.
There is a tree, at the edge of the cliff, it leaves reach out into the sky, feeling the changes of a distant hug given in vain.

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