It is very clear to my eyes, that the underlying power conveying thoughts does not belong to me.
When the vertical axis collides with and opens the horizontal plane, it is not caused by anything I may have done, nor is there any index reliable enough to allow the emergence of any replicable model.
On the other hand, I can’t deny the following truth :
The more you sweep the leaves autumn winds have heaped up in front of your door, the less they will clog every crack in the wood and steel articulations of the door.
If I’m in such a state of joy as I sweep, it is because I know that, without those rotting wet leaves, I’ll be able to feel the drafts of reality…
When they swirl in across my hair and tease the outer layers of my skin, I know I won’t be be able to retain a secret smile.
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