A piece from a much longering, lingering, and langering acoustic fingering of meanderings and youanderings, too. Understanding? Oversitting? Between puzzlement and fitting, unraveling a mystery or with mystic threads are its knitting.
Sleep. I remember it. Sort of. No relevance to this terrestrial piece. Just streams of consciousness making way for some cosmic sea. Or shore. Line. One more line and a sip 'o tea. Then out to see the stars for me.
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