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Syntax III
It was starting again. Zef stood on the gravel shoulder of a rotting two-lane highway. He gazed off into the distance, lightning flashing behind his eyes. The flat horizon shuddered and began to melt as an 18-wheeler blew past, fueled by meth and diesel, headed due east towards better times. In the dust storm of…
Static Pressure
Exhaling soft-spun strands of wanting searching creating shivering in anticipation of that which has yet to be expressed the sky dips down in appreciation of the effort, all the better to be approached electric ecstasy saturates the silver spaces in between power in the seat of innocence discovering itself even the shadows gleam moonlight good