the girth is not of the essence

the girth is not of the essence, it is not at all of the wanting-to-essence either, but it is there, and it is patient

your lion cause is expectant
“girth, come forth!”

timid, the laughable retires in those silent showers, those fecund harbingers of noon-days and half-truths.

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