See if it bounces

I seem to be on the cusp of something that is becoming clearer as it grows. It is burgeoning, perhaps threatening to drown me. Perhaps then I arise new. Or I die. Haptic, write the haptic. Hold it, turn it around, crack it open, peel it, toss it in the air, see if it bounces. Mix them up, put eyes in the skin, tangles in the roots.

:- Doug.

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