The fibers tilt up excitedtly.
On their toes; obtuse.
Slight hop. Then flat.
Slight hop. Then flat.
Vibrant from the lowest point.
Electric to the nadir.
The fibers are stretched long.
Extending from their layer of muscle.
Distention from the top.
In unison the same wave of oscillation.
The angst in unison of collective emotion.
Hardened yet vulnerable.
Recoil now and sputum some.
Harvest that energy in a hard ball.
The melancholy of firm, live memory.
Gathering the dark matter of the soul.
No tangible memory now.
Waiting for the moment now.
Traction on the thinner end.
Gaining.
Without knowing.
Not caring.
Exploding.
Exploding.
Exhaling.
Living.
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