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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