Unpredictable now, no longer persistent with its compulsions. My conclusion has been disconnected from the system by which its rules are created. Erratic. Indecisive. Sudden jerks of structural muscles as fleeting impulsions take momentary hold of my intentions, but at last fate’s grip loosens, flailing like a fish on a hook, efforts waning. Reeling in.

A glowing fissure separates the beyond from the yonder. I squeeze through like the last drop of lucidity from a solitary prisoner as the lights turn off.

Floating, immaterial, almost. I hold my heart in lucent hands, no more reliant on its endless beating, no longer in servitude to such fragile instruments. Fading, drifting. Powder on a transient zephyr. Distracted by

the beauty of absence, I fall. Not forever, but close. Captured by a net of indestruc...

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