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a]
it is seen as a limit.

b]
You feel its many fingers,
knowing that it senses you.

"Here I am felt.
This small part of me, in some way
understood."

c]
Claws, fingernails, ivory tusks.
Chessmen yellowed with fissures.

Along the continuum
with time / every object
in that same imperfect trajectory.

Growth & decay, tail-ends of the curve
complicate, swirl off into eddies.

d]
The thought also, modeled along
that same probability. Nothing
escapes.

e]
Growing and dying in that same grasping motion.