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August 13, 2015
It tongues the missive, unfurled words without words, a select parchment, the decree from within, a sometime well of nothingness with occupational hazards that carry no rules for ruling, but the morphing nature of an ever changing syntax, that quality you see when seeing becomes obscured with day above the day, that all the letters re-combine with furtive glee, then comes sight, quite suddenly, where all the creatures bred for darkness reveal their nakedness; upon icy pyres they lay their fears, give them up to us who have no place for anything but wishing, as desire flints its flames.