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mark 01:55
from the bridge, the buildup
the shivering, quivering anticipation
slow subtones amassing

i know that thunder
you don't know it yet
but you will
in the eternity of five seconds
will it hit you
like it hit me?

mark 01:58
then words soar warm, clear, sharp.
mark 01:59

"I can fly."

mark 02:00
and the thunder breaks through

it fills the room
a hammering rythm
hiding behind a distant sustain
and a crisp reverb
pumps through my feet
into my spine
and up

welling up in my ears

crashes out from memory
crashes in from speakers
clashes in the middle of it all

mark 02:01
fly...
and we soar

a hand in mine
staring at the same roof
sharing the same thunder
I tell you nothing
there is no room for me or you, just it
that moment when
you feel
you listen
you grip my hand

mark 02:03
and I know
that you felt it too
right there right then
the eighth track of the third album
at mark 02:00

mark 02:05
it is over
but this time lingers
between the walls
of the room and of my head
blowing more life into your hand
soaring
and shimmering
echoes the thunder
again and again

mark 02:11
you still hold on
a moment shared
but not quite gone

What do you feel now
that I dont?