As the ions

As the ions see their way to let the message pass
And more than this takes stock of imperfection
Nevertheless, the sound, the vision
Not out there, but in here
Is what there is
Or all there is

As intimate friends kiss their way to let the message pass
And more of this, always with the imperfection
However, the changing sound and vision
Not outside, but inside
Is more than this
Or is this

As the message reaches, or fades, all things will pass
And no more of this, no more imperfection
Still, the waiting sound and vision
Not in here, but out there
Is more of this
Or all of this

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