d2Sueyeun Juliette Lee
patterned with the movement, i agree that we have been cut apart by design. in this mile the end relentlessly refuses to draw near. a bend contains within it all potential for collapse: you linger on the edge of the shaping board, keep time with distant watches. partisan, hopeless, a fleet of roving trenches could set things straight, adrift in the expanding. collected at a distance even taste disintegrates into a bud. i don’t mean to misrepresent these stages. drawn apart, discovered, wake breath softly failing. the representative disfigures, maybe unknown in the sphere of a true guiding lantern. roundness swathing hollowness, ache acquiring true form. dark inner recesses shudder against red golden flight. down solemn in the earth’s quietest phrasings.
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