a flashy rhetoric!

Sol.iLLaquists of Sound

"Beautiful Catastrophe"

There exists an unseen tapestry,

whose golden, silken braids overlap in impossible patterns;

Distant threads, born strangers,

now congregate in invisible weaves, and, unbeknownst to them,

have become intimately intertwined,

running parallel, running together.

As the grand seamstress peers down at the living tapestry,

she smiles.

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“…though I never witnessed such a beautiful catastrophe…

I can finally understand, to focus on winning is losing miserably…”