Refraction. Reflection. Gradient tones of expression, landscapes or history, our light rarely follows a straight line. Curves. Diagonally, adjustment required in space or sign, it seeps through cracks moves forcefully beyond sublime.
Unusually unaware, we cannot control the capacity, or silence, of corresponding darkness. An unlikely presence of another mind. Intimacy initially. To those who dare expose themselves, our light will not be altered but eternally fortified.
Transcendent existence, born unto an incidental state, we cannot separate stigma from strata. Dust on the wind, particles of matter. Fragmentation, alienation, morals to immortality, holding tight all we believe is crucial. Our life rarely follows a straight line.
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