searching rest in movement, I waste myself, afloat.
carrying and being carried. . forceful, yielding. .
a soluble state of being. .
availability of moving and being moved. .
letting go . carried away.
bent by what escapes me. . .
inhabiting contradictory forces, I find myself in between.
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