He touched me closed eyes, with fingers of light, guardian of mountains, thinking into a single thread, the future has many faces, many layers of options, when he is with me, my temples are full of ancient pressure, my head is bursting with unknown energy, he is flowing from enormous to needle-head, i grow into his form, i am guardian of matter as it dissolves from heavy to molecules of antimatter, i am everything and nothing

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