They're not sure if they want significant movement or
space in which to quietly enjoy their own self, or
both, in fact, variously. It's nebulous,
but in either case and both cases they need to
couple and uncouple and couple again,
whatever it is needs to be built and will
reach out as they say, to some sort of
other thing. What is this scenario? They are
a movement with a projected potential and a
light, pearly grey and unrecognised,
within which they move, suggestive of something
that affects a quality of movement.
This is something like what they want;
it seems both easy and almost
impossibly difficult, this utter involvement
out to the farthest reaches of space and
all substance and time for that matter and
back down to a sensation of a slightly greasy wall
against fingertips, along with a sense of
unfolding differences affected by choices
without the interference of a fascist establishment.
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