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so we continue under the premise that there's a way to fall, and a way to get back again. though rarely, now, interrogating hierarchy: higher up that shitty slope is dryer, yes; still, covered head to toe.
There was a great sund'ring, then solilocution. and the fingers all pointed across the divide, began coining futures whose verse was derisive in tone. so we laid, wond'ring, we now unenabled, if, then, rising was really the best course of all, in part, as we now know, the higher you climb, the farther you fall.
there's a distance between the bottom and the top. we could climb it, dear, wondering if it could make us happy or –
make a difference to the people we have lost: disappointed and destitute, wondering if we're happy or –
it tends to vacillate, and this in contrast to the bombastic flow: time is continuous, not just the little bits that we think in, that are built in.
if it's a pendulum, built by opposing thumbs – can we live in the wax and the wain – such better wastes of time than in climbing that caterpillar pillar.
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