In the light
thrums a vibration
born of simple words
taken without hesitation
the offered hand
unclouded eyes
lack the fear, suspicion
key logs slip, the flow returns
torrents surge into the long dark
miles slip uncounted
beneath the red machine
melodies weave unbroken
from the then into the now
warmth seals the wound
teeth flash in blending waves
the core spring is filled
runs with new abundance
vibration thrums
in the light
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