[Lights dim. Kneeled, stays a man, overcast.]
Now we’re to petals as hanged proceeds to fallen; a self-destruction descent an eye might propose to a doubting hand, twitched from loss of cognizance that ran dry the set stage.
[Enters now, Conscious sun.]Leave your womb with leaves as a new day is dawned; a just attempt at prosed walking serves
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