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in the fabric, something lingering

can't be placed but ever there

over all and all over

in the essence of the night

in the dark within the light

holds its ground like a bull

takes notes and gives lessons

impedes and empowers

ask a thousand questions

none will give the answer

it's the time you heard a yell

as you drifted in the dark

when you can't see the string

but know that rocks can't float

a hidden unity between the living

as true as time and space

dimensions far beyond our own

but who's to say for sure

if I can picture it, it must be real

and if the universe is balanced

then how can life possibly be unfair?

and if all life makes but one

space must hold a hidden boundary

that blocks out the unknown

am I the constructor, or are you

am I the subject, or are you

a main character or a background character

one or both or none

an omniscient narrator

gazing on one mind at a time

over and over till the end of time.

a sacred epiphany

that few have fully found

one of terror and love

of sadness and resentment

campfires and stars

rivers and roads

darkness and fireflies.

spellbound singers cry out,

but the streets are already frozen

the souls have all transcended,

only raindrops and chariots remain.