WITHIN THE CHANT


She folded into the prayer, within the chant: "we are ecstasy within significance, we are the plough within the forest. We are encumbered within realms, and we are single moments within transgression. Journeys are stumbles and revelation for the saken and the forsaken. The twist and twirl of fate and time is just a breath amongst the breathing of the cosmos. We break hands and feet in supplication, within the celebration of numbers, within the song of men, the names that are endless. The forest sways, and the bird glides, such is the significance and such is the nonchalance of life."

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