Two lovers meet in afterlife sinking in capacities of visual mobilization. The night sky is an eternal showcase of lives led and dreamt of. Says one to another forgetting which one it is – ‘do you see a cluster of stars?’ the other says that all of them are.
A Greek possession of a deathlike smile engulfs then others soul, ‘look here where I shine a whole lot of crimson paints, don’t you see through the painters eye, the poets mind!’
The other responds with a velvet kiss and in the magic that follows all the starlight is dimmed and in the darkness one is the crimson wave and the other the moon.
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