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The crack is spreading. A biting touch; jagged, rough, too much - but never enough, the hug of good love, and the hate of it’s trap. An obvious lesson, ignored until blood, makes real the bluff. The force of a world trying to slow progress. Distorting my wholeness of determined blackness, as I drive forward, spreading warm coolness.

Not immediately tho. More of a slow, pleasant scare. A dangerous lesson, just out of reach, like a comedic truth; that can’t be stripped or broken, but, easily chipped and cracked, by the stones of words sticking, and, by dust, winding into the boulders life throws.

The crash is violent, the cause is silent.