Sunday 4/29/2018 10:58:00 PM

the fable lingered. the pages spun. the wind always blew. the sun never set. on the tiny kingdoms that occupy our skin. nor the vast cosmos that populates our touch.

time steeps. in every breath. both liberty and burden. a fever of wants. redoubled by the chaos of when.

choices sour. fruit left out in the sun. dessicated. yet still succulent.

the distance does its calculations. fractions of forever sell their soldiers into the thick of combat. war only understands the dead.

the villain approaches. hands open. weapons discarded. but surrender forsakes them.

so many miles. so little progress.

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