a bit of dandelion fluff entrusted to a spirit’s breath floats unpredictably hesitating for an extended moment before accelerating vertically who knew there was an updraft just there shifting right waving warning a weather front cannot be avoided such an alarm goes unheeded by such a lump observing from afar caught in their season of downdraft wandering to another’s eye at rest in one’s own an unlikely happens faster than anticipation a seed is inked to a page the mighty pen paused and wrote on a white gown soiled slips to a sterile deck to float no more a rush of life continues invisibly sashaying winking at a next play partner
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