| It fell through vibrations and harmonics, emitting coloured sounds of such intensity that new souls flamed inside the unseen comet trail of itself� the cobweb of dimensions parted as they fell together and became a weave of matter, following the love that sang of the choice to find the ones who went before it got so hard to love� and ... |
| In the neversilent now of brittle evening air an aching child of universe vomited sick daytimes, born of tensions, bile and fossil fears that she had swallowed, now like minute stone tablets scattered all around her tired skirts and ankles. |
| hearts were turned from star to stone and the comet trail had become thin dust of memory floating somewhere out of reach just before the fall. |
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| She tapped the little darknesses, searching for the timeless contours that might re-make them whole and bright, but their bladesharp edges only sensed fresh blood from touch. Each tiny slash into herflesh spoke of greed, uncertainty and pain from the fall that had once been so noble in intent. |
| as she counted out the granite beads of blackandblue, softheart and throat were torn to raw, a meatlike mess that wasn�t going to be alright until each stone had screamed according to its shape and revelation. |