| In between the first moment and the next...the grainy light of dawn stretched to early afternoon....the aggregate willed the gravity of its constituents...to pull together...until subtle pressures of friction and inertia found a balance...to quiver expectantly with at least permanence enough...to feel some continuity with itself to carry it through the next tumble...if need be... | |
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| As dark fell...the posture had held...but the phantoms were gathering... | |
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