This Universal Tune

I normally don't look that green. The lighting at FitFlops MOA was kinda off, hence my alien-ish skin tone. Then again, it's nice to see yourself look out of this world, so I put it here. I am currently listening to the music of Zach Spirov... and I'm thrown back. I love his voice. I wish I have more songs of him... 

There's no such thing as passing through
we're not comets
we orbit, we collide, we form
we pull on each other and allow ourselves to be pulled
for there's no such thing as passing through
when we happen
we happen
and the meaning is always an endless open space
or a black hole, a doorway to hell

I want to know where voices hide
when they decide to leave rooms
as they can't, can never go
through walls cushioned by no's
I want to know where a voice is
for in my head, I have searched corners
even sealed boxes of yesterdays
sworn to never be opened again
to ease the desperation of a longing
but the voice is lost
Oh how I find myself wanting to know where it went more than anything
more than finding
I need to see the ticket
more than following
I want to compare

When does one learn to recognize lines
when they prohibit, when they lead
how does one differentiate a distance that was made to entice;
from one meant to separate
When faced by it, how does one know
to stop
when the movement is a balance of a godly push and pull
meant to be followed

A presence, presently missed
felt at the tip of chosen fingertips, or savored lips
a presence, presently missed
You miss a miss you miss kissing

There's no such thing as passing through
believers pay the price
to wait is a glorious stance
unshakable and proud
to believe in a reason for everything
is to believe in moons
returning every now and then
to fade, to renew

What happened in that split-second
when you said there's no such thing as passing through
right before you awoke in my sleep
to realize you're through
waiting

-K-

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