Elements

The Starship Enterprise slides into the internal vastness, the mindless tabla rasa, accompanied by iconic chords, pulling the words behind like stardust. Snow drifts high, up to the eves, blown in swirling surrender, an ascent of effortless sparkle. Possibilities fall like leaves from frozen trees on greening grass. Memories melt into transitive verbs. Saddle her gently when she is ready. The pronoun pony gallops on air, her inaudible hoofbeats, the cosmic pulse. Ride the next sentence.

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