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I was in love with music and she was in love with me.A muse unwanted flying to the East toward the sun.I was in her way .A solid black onyx ,a geode of humanity.
Unfeeling,bereft of hope and passionless.
The collision was ecstatic and fatal.I died .I was reborn as a hearing,seeing
being once more.My muse ,my music found me .Had she been searching all her life as had I?I think not ,for muses cannot be concerned with such exhausting tasks.
They are made of exhalations from the rising moon and setting sun.Pale and yet
enormous in their touch.I sensed the stardust on her palms ...