The world fills me with words as I wade through thoughts unaccounted for.  Gifting vague shapes new form, at once sharp and forgiving.  Water cradling a blade.  Salty grains under persistent soles.  The ardent beast who greets me in the morning.  A cardboard relic at the on-ramp advises, "Smile U Woke Up."

There is fervent simplicity to such immaculate paradox.  A sweetness that remains after decay.  As apple cores manage their way into the still life.

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