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the pallid blink of an eye is enough to partition the world into myriad kaleidoscopic phrases
a long sleep dissolves the drone of method and synthetic rhythm
some mornings, the sky wakes a hundredfold and ribbons the earth in volcanic tinged strata, like silken marsh water.
broad, stained skies and banded horizons wandering over the top our aboreal mantle amount enough height to convince me that this ceiling carries some naturally cogent impetus.