QUAIL, IN‽
LIQUID TIME
“Life isn’t a matter of milestones, but of moments.” ~ ~ Rose Kennedy
(ZV) withered
(Compositions + Substance) Bond

Broke
A rupture
Null unit { }
Z
V
Unjoined
The moment slipped out of their control
elsEwhen Z
anger anguish escalate/s/d to nth level extremes bringing a mind blankness overruled by the raging mixture of emotions Z had no awareness of the deaths the sundering caused in Z’s wake diseases transferred at rates unimaginable when all Z was brought to islands of quiet of peace of centering only to be jaunted into the swirls of destructive force to return to peace to seek out violence to destroy to quiet to all things detrimental all until Z challenged Khronos who slapped Z down rejected rejected snubbed erased until
elsEwhen V
V filtered through equations, all equations Dispelling the soul freezing zemblanity That washed over and through V To return to equations, formulas, Routine While suffering this travesty of moments That soothed, touched, cherished, ached That itched, burned, chilled, ached In a melody of high bliss Counterbalanced by exquisite agony An emotional/pragmatic overload Where it all led to Khronos Who had no sense of V Draining V until
Nice going, Stuart, I don’t know how you have managed to keep it up through all these letters, but you did!
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Thank you, Sue. Still the last arc to finish. I plan to get there. Not here. I’m already here.
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Love the story. … and the podcast!
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Thank you, Franki
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