I dreamt a symphony of sleep paralysis last night, and in this dream, Tartini came to show me how to dance the waltz of virtuosity. Agile fingers tripped along the string of my being, their allegro moderato promenade striking carnal chords of hunger. While I rode this cresting wave — this swelling expectancy of ecstasy — the devil trilled the the bitterest pleasure in my ear, and I reached for you in the liminal space between the notes. The reverberations of sound held in abeyance resonated within my diamond core and shattered, pulling me out of myself and into the cosmic embrace.
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Unbound 