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Silence, if it has a magnitude, has a direction. In the mirror image of my mirror image I was made. Another day another litmus test, if I’m not pink I’m blue and blue only for you.

Consider the tectonic plates as yet unnamed, the tentacles as yet untwisted in their conduits of cloth, the vertigo of worship and arousal, the subconsciousness to amortize the savoir-faire.

The perpetrators of refraction populate a prism. Two constituents may share a chair. As one is just and one is merciful I’m timing my arrival. A soupcon of angst enlivens a dark day. To never bubble up one doubles down on thou-shalt-not.

My hero’s a generic patriot. An orbit goes elliptical due to a lazy eye. Without a dispensation there’d be no betrothal. Football, tenure and promotion lifted me and placed me on a post then, laughing, drove away. All arms and legs,

I’m swimming in the air. A walking null hypothesis, my road is long and winding, short and winding, long and straight or short and straight. That’s one small step for one great ape. The null hypothesis says nothing can be done.

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Forgive them for they are amused but know it not. Their cartilage connected to their ligament, their camouflage connected to their testament, they may not get the message or may not repent in time.

But on a scale of one to ten, how stable is the equilibrium? Knowing, we’d be velociraptors even in our sleep. On hearing that the signal to noise ratio has been trending down, what real or artificial heart would skip no beat?

As in a church that took three hundred years to build, as those three hundred years can’t be brought back, as God without my guidance can’t but stray, the innocent bystander and the butterfly affect each other and the spinning lily stands alone, i.e., apart, i.e.,

the lily finally has it all. Now nature disdains both high and low pressure. Each such creature, each such übermensch is either not invented yet or out to pasture. Which came first, the cosmos? No extraterrestrials are harmed. I’m one of three creatives waiting

to be lauded. When I see a Gulf-of-Mexico sized crater, I’ll know there’s a crater maker. On removing the removable discontinuity, I’m driving through the twilight to the night. I’m not a placeholder, is just what we expect a placeholder to say.

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I’ve identified the flying object, now what, what, what’s that in horses’ hands, what’s that in tinkers’ damns, what’s that in sinners’ angry tears. The pixilation averages the twisted bits and dear.

It’s not prehensile so it’s not my atavism and my null hypothesis is, it’s the fall. It’s at a saddle point I’ll minimize my loss and maximize my gain. I’ll emulate the incidental attributes of influencers fluently.

I’ll double-clutch to Doppler shift and grind no gears. The purity of the experience will not be dulled. Spontaneous combustion presupposes a spontaneous combustor, a spontaneous combustor of sound mind.

A universe for every big bang, every big bang in its universe, pursuant to peace treaties my position relative to certain entities is fixed. If it’s not charity when I vend pencils, a ray emanates as from a non-binary star.

It must have been at midnight when the power went out or so the clock says when the clock says I’m alive. The butterfly will see me now. The butterfly will see me now, it’s only been two thousand years.