The Sacred Something
This landscape offers things up to you – and your body takes its place among them. Rest for a moment. You do not need to make anything appear; so much is already here, and you are not even close to being in control.
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The Sacred Something : Gloss
Rubbing up against each other (which is also a thing), things thing, and thinking things think about things, which is just their thing.
i can’t breathe…
They gasp, grasping for air. Resisting arrest. They collapse.