At first, it was not silence. Silence compared to what?
It was a string of stones. Older than the sun.
The antics of moving water. H₂O is susceptible to gravity. Aren’t we all?
At first, the eyes of god were darkness. Darkness compared to what?
Walk with me. The insects have snippets of gas giants on their sleeves.
A feral afternoon lost in the hills. Or across from you in the city lot. Looking back at you.
A feeling bereft of soles. And feet like antlers of light. As the angels neigh.
naïve haircuts 
Dude. I could read this for a week straight and not get bored.
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Thanks Andy!
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Just wonderful. The imagery is so compelling, as are the philosophical implications.
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Thank you!
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Great line – A feral afternoon lost in the hills.
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Thank you. Glad you liked it.
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