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Spinning like children spin in open fields.

Spinning like children spin in open fields, dangerously fast, the world dissolves into the fragments it always was. The sewing hand surrenders the thread lightly, and the magic of the forgotten returns to the undeniable. The cosmos is undone so simply, by twists and contorts freed on the narrow strand of a child's breaking laughter. Screaming with life breathing the world entirely within the crashing of song and sky and grass, of flesh into the maelstrom, of dissembling confusion to the ancient origin passionately chased like the first children who ran blind and ecstatic into the arms of the earth.