I lose myself in a corded wire puzzle. Bronzed gold and chainmail aluminum. Brushed copper and boltgun silver.
An unwindable steel-strand noose. Evidently slick with sin and lack of integrity.
My moral compass given tangibility. It doesn't point to what's "right". It points to what I want. With Sparrow sincerity.
And it points true. With conviction.
A tangled mess of wires to an untrained zealot. Beautiful ribbons of coiled logic to those skilled in thieves cant. The recognition of entwining values that appear to the rest of the world as an absolute mess of unspeakable elegance. A perfect, meditative complexity for the familiar.
10:38 p.m. - 2014-08-18
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