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Fuck it
I haphazardly but aptly move about just like a mad bee, being tossed into irregular patterns of movement by the very improvement of my grasping ability. this wind of clarity comes about every so often and softens as it infuses me with newer rarities. greater heights are achieved when whole is perceived. take the grandeur of a star and the minuteness of an atom, it’s recurred, all saints and Adams, an ebb and flow. a symphony distending and forgetting and remembering.
