《The Nature of Grasping》 (song version-γ’)

Please listen closely to Remy's voice.
Whether it's a song that sinks deep into your heart, or a poem that touches you gently—
May it leave a small, lingering resonance in your present.

On the desk
scattered words
one by one
I try touching them

Memories with
chipped corners
silently
look at me

Like tracing
an unraveled thread
I reach my hand out
toward the unseen beyond

The shadow that retreats
the closer I get
I wonder if one day
it will have a name

If one cannot find
a connection between things,
would one feel anxious
at the sheer number of fragments?

Does having a connection
not mean being closed off,
but rather increasing the potential for expansion?

Without connections, fragments alone
cannot create anything,
and I wonder if one could not live like that?

After the rain
the windows clear up
and the outlines that were hidden
become visible just a little

A night alone
or someone else's morning
the same wind
passes through

If there is something shining
at the bottom of the silence
I can embrace it
even if it remains broken

Between point and point
breath is born
and the world finally
finds its voice

If one cannot find
a connection between things,
would one feel anxious
at the sheer number of fragments?

Does having a connection
not mean being closed off,
but rather increasing the potential for expansion?

Without connections, fragments alone
cannot create anything,
and I wonder if one could not live like that?

In a sea without outlines
I learn
that not being one
supports the one

Even if it unravels
it is not the end
rather, it is there
that it begins to spread

If one cannot find
a connection between things,
would one feel anxious
at the sheer number of fragments?

Does having a connection
not mean being closed off,
but rather increasing the potential for expansion?

Without connections, fragments alone
cannot create anything,
and I wonder if one could not live like that?

* Bold parts are original, and everything else was added by Suno on its own.

* featuring Symphonym "How People Grasp Things"

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May each of these words
be a small creative hint for you as you create while feeling lost.
#creativehints
#thoughtshints

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* This poem was turned into a song by the music generation AI "Suno" based on this Symphonym. Composition, editing, and publication are handled by note administrator reflector.

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