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When the message refuses to arrive, do not keep feeding the machine. Unplug the little sun behind the eyes. Let the skull become a station: tracks crossing, clocks disagreeing, every platform announcing weather. Meaning is not late. It is somewhere under the noise, gnawing its way towards daylight. Wait for one clean animal of a sound. Name it only if it stays.
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