one
releases syllables
until our silences
begin to match
the unknown,
housing
measures
of central
tendency, as if
and only if
the known
equalled
infinity,
meaning without
recourse, thereby retraction
permanence unwhittled might
drive daylight
toward
imperfect
shadow of
nightfall, mellow twin
both resisting and
accepting contrast,
uplifted
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