There's a whirling in yr brain, but inside every; whirling is a quiet, after the howl undoes itself. You can keep sliding down its spirals or you can sniff out the still spot and put yr toe in it & let it suck you in. Either one, loving or not; loving is a sucking in,. You choose yr sink-hole. knowing that always there will be more Whirlings & more absences stuck to those fragrant ribs.
- Baba Yaga
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