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Oct 10, 2015 06:36

There was a definite shift in the tonality of the room, the sound down an octave, the upper a tad bit more rare. The knife gripped in a gesture of defense.

Stringing together bits of twine and strands of time. The stitch we forget to purl.

Because the people put it there, that's why. Speaking without moving lips, the lapse we like to collect one severance check at a time. The entirety of Caddy Shack on high speed while Sugar Shack plays in slo=mo, looping.

A name unlike any thing since. A resettling unsettling, a trouble called home.

The frustration inherent in not feeling feelings, emoting less a lack than a day without a hug. One grin to keep them back, none to partition the keep between differentiation.

How did you know? The object sensed the approach and said the proverbial advertising jingle in a genteel manner befitting of the circumstance. This dance, swaying. A summer doesn't swallow all that is made in a day. The fall cancels catch as catch can light the set piece by piece.

Repeating what won't be fitting, grinning in small talk and unnecessary equivocations and vocational rehabilitave gestures left to fester. Guess it was only what we wanted. the bag, the beginning, our middling salve, no salvation foretold. Amen.
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