wind tickles a chime tinkling one of five related tones one a glissando unable to catch a breath the central clapper dances returns to rest repeats without repeating within how blessed one lone tink initiates a breeze needing refreshment we pray the chime to stir up a breeze of such magic we fall prey reversing order to chaos invoking sympathy for post-human biological limits to be surpassed my mere music no anthropology needed nor asked no deus ex explained
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