Vessel

I am a vessel through which vibrations pass. Are you?

I can feel the music like a mouse beneath an underpass inevitably conscious of the cars above. Heaven, for them, is the tarmac that meets compact oil. Tyres that could crush them without knowing are the angels they will meet.

Father, heavenly, are you proud of me now?

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