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Say To the Sun
What is essential; undivided, barring stage or prop? Unreliant on a theatre, free from composure or production to justify its plot? Singular, particularly owned to none other than itself? That which walks along the chain, which balks at mind, "prison cell!"— at that which cannot stop. Contained in it's owness, box inside of box, deaf from influence, advice— existence cop. Essential and unchanging? Yes, when knowledge says of many singulars, "a totality undone." What if Essential and changing? Box inside of box, but these boxes hide before us, and then they choose to stop? there is no rhyme and reason that says that we must ask so rudely 'why', 'who', or 'what'; we may only say they stop. they become what they are not, their reach is long without us. they aught to owe us naught. We may say 'they aught to be like this' (for fruitless dreaming eyes) or 'weren't they different then' (thoughts of bluer skies) and 'how odd they make me feel now' (the stranger-gaze demise) Move on! the meadow widens, a great sprawl opens to divide in, to become and provide your own essential, unknowable, everchanging box within a box.
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