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Pinning me down with a smile she pushed my head to the ground, and licked my eyes. "Your tears taste salty".

In another moment, I'd see them, through a pairing of my eyes with one whose saw stars in moonlight, all trickle down, silhouetted by our presence, to barren mountainous terrain - when seen from a distance - and up close, some strange light cast wherever they fell, illuminating the path of a freshly broken bond and/or the promise of a new one, tendrils of rivers forming where the water met its relationship with gravitational force.

An ever changing order.

Though it's chains in time were not imperceptible by moments which grew beyond their peak, eyes opening to something important buried beneath the chaos. Pillars of the known and yet to be discovered.

Photographs of the heart. The future working with the past. Emotion condensed to its pure'st form. There, the landscape is infinitely vast - only a labyrinth could make it seem smaller.

So why the conviction, the bloodbath, the ceaseless struggle?

All these things work better under their own control. The weight they bear is difficult to balance. If their conviction carries them down the wrong path, you're convinced you know the right one. The combination of your awareness and the information they carry, and its vice-versa, reconfigured into vector, can sound eerily dissonant. That's not to say it's impossible to resolve into harmony.

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Something who loved what it saw in the night had its teeth in me.

A bedtime story.

Most people sleep through it. I was more concerned with what was north of it. Here, the sky had a ceiling.

Something doesn't fit there. That's painful.

The old days were flattened beneath our feet, no longer held together by true awareness, but compressed until there was no up to hold its arm to. Nothing made sense there. A crude approximation of the scale of the depths they were capable of containing, painfully crumbling as if they were ashen paper in the wind, and with no greater awareness than it.

There, dimensionality was a fleeting moment.

The surface of the sun. Where to look?