in the wood decking cracks run in veins grains rhythmic whip long grasses bending and turning, gravity's hair in weaves and rings and twists and braids, all the curves of time wear faces in their rivers that find all the spaces between how they dance for Sun and reach for the Moon, every fingered pulse, every drop of chaos in the current another eye longer than light can race back to memory...
This is actually how I write the best ... in paragraphs, without fooling with line breaks. I very much enjoy this formatting.
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"every drop of chaos in the current another eye longer"