Falling

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Neuronal crevasse. Falling into abstraction feels like being caressed by a man without a facial expression. Clamped mercy. The black rectangle of amnestic drought. Stirred in a distant vortex, the evening knocks the serrated aura which belies a ludicrous passion.

Samuel T.

Classic Todd delicacies and nuances only to be dropped through a frozen flash dark roller coaster ...the ride ends, slowly ceasing.