I like my own company. It is quiet when I am alone. I am content. Because it is quiet, I detect magic. I can relax against a snail shell or a pomegranate. I fall in there for awhile, in confusion and wonder. I collect the seeds. The blood from my orphan’s finger drops to the floor. No one receives it. It is curiosity, not sport. An enemy is of my design alone, subject to change. I don’t bother searching for my twin today. This is the prequel to something; I’m not sure. When I am alone, the world’s got just the right amount of cc’s per wonder. My bear bristle scratches tapes, smudges the smudge, lightens the cabin—
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