I call out silence
I do not know whether you can hear me
Over the sound of your own misery
Spellwork is an uncertain art
Mixing herb and metaphor
But science and myth both belong to knowledge
My neurons sing synapse crack
My thoughts pop through the ether
Astrally projected invitation offered on the wind
To you, it's me
Come home, girl friend
Ears and eyes extend like satellite and lightning
Render close again
What once was foolishly sundered
And return to where you have yet to begin
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