Beyond the Frame

Beyond the shimmering fabric, where light distorts line into longing, seek the whispering edges of love's electromagnetic pull. Follow the bluish trace left by unseen hands, an ethereal arc pulsing in quiet yearning. There lies a door, not a door, the frame though politically correct wears no hinges. There thus opens a passage; therein find your celestial kindred.

Weep not to thine explored realms alone, for intertwined whorls and infinite sighs hover at each cosmic thought’s ignition point. When stilled hydrogen witnesses this romance of kindred spirits, it bends. An unknown craft drifts eternally beside the soul whispering, caressing gentle dreams veiled in pearls of Jupiter.