- Vol. 04
- Chapter 06
Insight sits in the silent rotted belly of the one true stoic. Her body curdles free on the warm highway sward, upward eye pierced inward to grasp firm her brood, to feel her life and all life, exuded in its unstrained essence lovingly from the natural spire. It pushes upward, shoots in new hope.
Chains of dry atoms knowingly linked sift from the angled rock, as a vine slips silently through time unfeeling. They reach, striving forever unseen, in perpetual vomit to shape the stoic's gift and make it anew.
The crossed fingers of a flattened god indistinct from the umber dirt unfold in the reflection of her sunlit stare to instruct: two is one: one is true: there is wisdom here.