I'm trying to revive communication.
There was a crash into the power lines. Electricity is not what it was once and at this point can not facilitate overwhelming needs.
Time for the defibrillator.
Perhaps these hearts need a restart.
...The beat was off in the first place
and 1 2 3 was a 1 3 4 to my rhythmic aperture.
Thus creating a point where your sun set as mine arose.
Night and day tend to hold hands yet can never
be at eachother's side
though infinite space
time is not that wide...
for us...