Impenetrable yet... transcendent. This
can only mean one thing, a very specific
thing, these words of yours,
your statement made
is an object. Its own. It
cannot be held in the hand, it's
too solid, fixed in place, but it can
be stroked, felt. Grasped, not lifted. The
imagery, the imagery cuts like a thick blade
through dumb flesh, and leaves it none the more
knowing,
for having gained such a definite wound.
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