How many aeons have passed by since June? Its hard to say....
The shards twirl together, melting into a new and beautiful sculpture. Twisted, to some, tormented, to many, but beautiful all the same. Where will life take it next? Into what beautiful visage will it seep? Will we seek it as before? Will we recognize the potency flowing through its deadened crevices? Life and love and light, oh so passe, passing, passive. Love.... leaking, twisting, shaping itself into...what?
All of it comes on in its own strength and in its own time, leaving nothing but what else is there...
Everything.....
Ah, ah, ah...
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