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Diesel Eddy
Book three of impromptu trilogy.
Waking to Loneliness
Thinned by the conscription of our lives, standing where it could remain safe, the morning light falls as if from above. Seeming content in just being visible, standing where it can remain safe to see the morning as a light that fills. Seeming content just to be visible in this place--one eventually comes to believe and sees the morning as a light that fills what we failed to discover. In this place one eventually comes to believe what's revealed too pointedly for our liking. What did we fail to discover? It elicits the anticipation of wonder revealed too pointedly for our liking. That afternoon had seemed uneasy as it elicits our anticipations of wonder: what will you do when you get lonely? That afternoon had seemed uneasy as our restlessness elected to darken. What will you do when you get lonely? As if saying that would be a thing our restlessness might not elect to darken. Who knows (what's going to happen)— as if saying that would be a thing thinned by the conscription of our lives. Who knows what's going to happen? The morning light falling as if from above... back | ToC | next
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