In parallel universes, throughout time and space, we weren’t so fragile. We were so very much more agile that we hurdledall of the obstacles that were in our way and that dexterity changed our fate in every way. You would barely recognize those versions of us who got to grow into themselves while being happily in love. Yet, you’re still a vagabond who wanders all around these truths, and I’m still a pirate king who can’t help howling at the moon.
Behind the veil between these worlds is a cacophony from the feedback that our love still amplifies, through all of space and time. Our echo is eternal, but no amount of distortion, in any proportion, can drown out our lies. I hypothesize that you’re still a vagabond who wanders all around these truths, and I’m still a pirate king who can’t help howling at the moon.
You’re still a vagabond who wanders all around these truths, and I’m still a pirate king who can’t help howling at the moon.
© Michael Salamone – Salatone Recordings – Michael Salamone Publishing
