someone i was just beginning to know sent a moment of understanding. it passed from one to another. it traveled across a compressed expanse of desert. it came vibrating, and wrote itself deep with barbs and hooks.
i looked for this picture so i could work it up and send it out, so i could re-live that moment, so i could better remember the lovely soul who made it, and with whom I forever wish to negotiate.
the succulent invites a soul into its well, and poses questions in the form of runes and quiet waits. understanding circumvents the gates of hell, and mocks bastions of scorn with tunes and kindly fates.
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