Let the doomed maneuver and the fearful horses flee. Candid in your yesterday awake to a noon no sun will see— there is an answer despite your lack of questions though all you’ll hear is a roaring no one mentions— none can ignore the silence endless silence must disrupt— vibrations fill the emptiness you’ll leave. Make tomorrow boom. Everything you’ll live for is in that resonance and everything you’ll die for answers back as if a single retort were enough to hold the line against the tide that when it comes will hold you helpless by a strength only the newly dead, so lifted, can transfigure.

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