essence must remain elusive, or at least subjective.

but at the liminal, in the gap of perceiving,

the exists a space for a psychic miracle to manifest itself.

much like an abrupt aural penetration,

such as a musical crescendo,

a sudden evocation by shift in emotional latitude takes place.

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i look in the mirror and nothing is there.

 

i might find myself languidly aching, yet patient.

eager to feel this force, only to find that such an

inaction disallows this miracle from being conjured.