Question what is easily seen. Seize the unseen and slip through the fluid space in-between. Truth and falsehood are interchangeable as the river swells, as the bridge is swept away, as the only road out gets bent in on itself. Float along without purpose. Remain lost in a plan yet to unfold. Rudderless and twisted has this undertaking become. All signs point upstream as we learn to paddle for the sake of appearances.
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