arched shoulders and furrowed brow, an indication of
non-surrender to the haunting void, the terrorizing intangibility of
absolute Truth, so antagonistic to a topology of
realness, itself a paradoxical layout of vernacular change
turning on the axis of faith, like a
fish in water or a bird in space, thinking not of provenance or fate but
only of its own elegance, itself the meaning of this moment,
realizing its one true purpose in the uplift, a conduit for all the
yearnings of valiant sentience, the harbinger of grace,
overtaken by a foolish will to control with all the
urgency and immediacy of a melting snowflake, hovering, refusing to fall.
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