These are the ways they move:in waves and particles, comingledin barely recognizable quanta,bursting or battering through thin sheensand tough coats, each little blinking photonmaking its wispy way through what’s leftof cohesiveness, through what used to bethe way it was, coming in on boatsand busloads into your blockheadbrain, bending neurons like Beckham.After months of distraction in the moment’sstasis or decades ruminating on somethingtough- you’ve got to admit, it’s a welcomed exchangefor this your blessed ennui, for all this fritter in front of Idol and Network Dancing.So gear up and fight the flow.Status quo only works if you’ve got nowhere to go.Open your gills and take a dunk.Here they come on wheels and windsthrough open windows or backdoor breachessnakelike on paths or trampling through bushesgreen-eyed with bushy tails on springs and flexorsor floating in as gossamer as your half-witted feather brain.Inexhaustible, incomprehensible,on half a wing, under radar, dodging bullets,sprawling through pores,
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