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Noticed in late afternoon your spiritual trousers

weren't Astounding. Stand up for ineffable diminuendos.


So. Weren't it. Unfolding like zillions of blinds maybe

in Childhood toward our transitional brightness then


parking Ourselves behind. You know. The dead

tree Whodunit just to keep going forward not


announcing Stop until we spotted divine inklings

in Tiny bug-like glyphs of breathy stuff. But


wait Don't you care what anyone thinks anymore.

Not The sparrows the germinating plungers the zeros.


None of them full of force and burly devices but

just Enough beautiful falling down takeaways to get us.

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