reasons for the degrees of indefiniteness, for the grittiness of the gray, for the configurational fizz...
from compartment to compartment, the variations are deliciously indeterminate...
a lab panel of allergens and antigens...
call it an infra-mince, a sandbox of combinations...
reasons for habitual divergences, converging in spite of themselves...
isomorphic heterotropes in silos...
virtual distance belying intramural proximity...
parallel timelines of aggregation, juxtaposed as mutual commentary...
always terrible things, referred to or not...
always bright ebullitions in a grungy grid...
and the highest immortals held aloof from a respondent role
purity cut off from iniquity...
obliqueness invisibly yoked to obliquity.
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