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Definitions of Fate
Deeper than the hallowed puddle-waters, from beyond the reflective surfaces in your best bronzed dining room mirror”¦ This is a barking 0-dark 30, a state when vigilance pounds””something you cannot quite touch breaches your shores in heated waves through the silence”¦ Drum beats. A rhythm bold that in familiar times we cease to see. Fleet Virgo will find a way! Crack the distaff, calm the spinning, re-bind the mutable threads of this human life whole with wood, rope and skin, blacken the eyes with knowing, smash the false city scents and dreams and crush the booms into tam-tam-tambourines and lilac blooms, cymbals of honey suckle, lily of the valley shimmering metallic in thine ear and on thy tongue and thump thump! the tastes of rust””and all the weathered membranes bust! ”˜til, clearer now; not the marchings of infantry, no! not the conforms of the band””instead come the vibrations of a tiny percussion violating the old tempo with a new grip on the sticks: and she click-click-clicks flashing smoke signals, torch globes and unicode; a light brigade of one!
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