How to say, approach, bear, allow what is, will follow, has been? How to approach it, is it a door to be breached? from in, from out? Is it a movement, to know, or rather a deepening, a darkening, a brightening? Is it a luxury, a death, a shadow?
Each fold speaks of new depths, the infinitesimal within, the boundless without. These revolve into agenda. My mind has frozen countless treasures, but will not thaw them. A gardener perhaps is needed. A seamstress, shadow-walker, and exhaltant Integrity. A statue ebbing into voice.
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