Feel.

I heard you sing.

The endless expanse where only love exists.

People touch overlap with common lust.

The eras of faith have passed.

Just breathe.

Luxury is to move.

Standing is just enough.

Drift away and come again, changed.

‘Why want more than everything that is already given to you?’

This is the world now – where only love exists – this expanse, where I heard you sing.