Archimedes’ Shrew
Image: lips open and breath turns to seed, drops like an old hat from the slope of a tilting head.
Reason: It has not rained for all time, cracked things weep for themselves, skin dries in the hollow of an empty hand.
Consequence: Ever.
Moral: Closed, origins may sleep but never speak while sipping a language harsher than reverence.
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