In the apparent state of suspension.
The observation of detail, which in its precarious perfection
it packs a ton of incredible luminous substance.
The ecstasy of this moment.
The assumption of consciousness, presence to the mind,
and the sensible world is only a distant echo.
Perceiving, and knowing how to tell it;
the capacity to allude to a higher level of our knowledge.
There is no more rewarding thing to know that loneliness is just a short ruffled hiding, but fortifying.
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