Of the Pinwheel I

The world is soft what a strange way to describe a world I know I know that and yet there is no better way as the air is still and the grass is silent and the sky is unmoving not even the clouds and all the edges I see are dulled and it is so calm and peaceful and soft but the pinwheel is not the pinwheel has power in this place with no strength no will the pinwheel is turning it is forcing the stagnant air away and pumping movement into space I can see the clear defined lines of its rigid wings as it cuts away the veil this world has cast over my eyes and I remember when I see the pinwheel I remember that I am waiting that I am not moving though I’m running that I am soft but that my purpose is not I am waiting for you so that we can be the clarity of the world just like the pinwheel is I am waiting for you here and am looking for you everywhere so come to me but stay where you are and when we find each other again the world will shine.

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