Stasis

My suspicious light pins the regarding unworkable mistake, yet my contrived perspective does not sway…Perspective is a stubborn beast. She sometimes shifts with the slightest jolt; other times a thorough obliteration is required.  Or on second thought, in all likelihood, they depend merely on the shock-wave resulting from a butterflies flutter somewhere in nothingland. I’d be content with it ending there, but then the gust of wind having its way with my lepidoptra must be considered; air pressure, atmosphere, terrain, sun, flares…pfff you find the initial conditions, it has long been determined that I will finish this post in eleven words anyway. Determined? Scratch that.  It always was and always will be.

-Enash Doog

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