Out on the beach of nothing where emptiness painted a pale translucent sea the twisted seaweed of politics turned and gasped upon the sinking sand. Footprints of meaning appeared as if by chance walking into the tapering perspective. Wisdom blinked inside a hidden shell. The world is a virtual painting that alters as we move and time walks a drunken line. What and who we are is never known, we're paint on the canvass of some bigger picture. beyond comprehension, beyond control. Out on the beach sand dances free, teasing waves of meaning, flowing in and flowing out. Meaning and nothing, just shapes in the sand.
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