when nature holds her breath the skins upon the mast fall flaccid, their tapestries' richness untold - words withheld to punish her unshared whispers. Nothing given, nothing shared. homicidal waves shore simple rafts unprepared to leave an ordered existence, unprepared to float away as driftwood. how can one hold onto herself without trunks beside to bestow meaning? Mutability of form veils similitude of locomotion. you left your oars in a boathouse on the mainland; mine were lost along the way along with my rebellious spirit. scarlet flames fizzled as they fell overboard, fiery fingers never fated to reach the Red blaze. My revolution became intangible at 179 degrees. i smuggled a glowing ember onto an imagined isle. i cannot bring myself to extinguish its life. it promises a future laden with violence and heartache, whose progression i should halt with vigor but must i discard the scraps of memory? Cookie-cutter philosophy leaves the territory outsi...
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