Dare a miracle. Audacious.
To keep as silent then, as a tree
falling in the wood, and as
eloquent as one hand clapping.
This is a very strange story,
entirely true and utterly false.
Every story that resonates,
began in the cave, a study of
shadows, because what they
suggest is life outside. Will
coalesces and mercury arrives,
I alone to tell the tale. Fulminate.
plaited-- the threads of the stories
dark and colored. Vision relies
on shadow to paint the details.
It begins with shadows, the
careful study of, until they
glow, scintillating, as the
object conflagrates, prism ignited.
It is.
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