Frequencies

We are bound by a range, attuned to our place within it.

Anticipating you. Your scent and the song it will sing in my throat on the in-breath. My beating heart skips at this door where you are out of my range, existing in the imperceptible nothing on the other side.

You are unexperienced; a pure, potential possibility that waits to be determined. Beyond this door where I pause, straining to imagine what exists in the impossible space outside of me. Straining to see every available point of light from every time and place.

Were I not human, nor animal, nor of physical matter.

If I were extrauniversal; incapable of you.

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