The spark took its time. Perched on the tongue of the divine, it couldn’t reach a sound, couldn’t teach profound insight until in light. Until understood. What good can come from aphotic thought, when so tempted by what ignorance wrought? A circle that traces its ends again rather than growing and finding a bend in personality’s core. What is all life looking for? A rapture of strepitious crump? And thump of hearts that only pump life in circles well contained by all the body chose to frame? Or a chance to combine the mind with what life pines for? What, removed, we all adore. The morals are clear: why you are here, why you need silence to think but not act. Do not blink on the pact and think the rapture will clear it. Find the light and choose to hear it. We’re all here for each other’s sake. When we lose the spark, its all hearts that break.

Spark.

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The piercing whine began softly, then increased in volume until with a #strepitous #crump, the sleigh landed mere meters away. Clods of dirt and water sprayed around. We stared at the huge vehicle, sunk into the mud, reins flapping in the wind.

Where was Santa and his reindeer?!

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A single #strepitous #crump leapt from a pocket,
displacing the actors’ measured words,
fracturing the silence like brittle glass,
scattering held breaths across the hall,
shivering through empty rows,
resonating beneath the chandelier,
seizing the stage in a brief, disruptive claim.

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