The Sunday of distance, the Sunday of reign

Sat. Seated, almost motionless

and almost silent,

sat. Sat, almost leaning, partly

standing, and almost

silently swaying in twisted heaps

of stasis. Worlds contracting from hands

into fingers. Seated up, upright almost aimlessly.

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