He landed here and instantly was dispersed, into life, into its fragments and pieces. He was cast into feathers and stone and liquid to know their forms, fundamentally apart yet metaphorically cloned. For it was empty space that found the stagnant bodies lying helplessly in the muddied bogs. They had lost hope of ever emerging again, as themselves. And crystalline patterns stuck to sidewalks in the big cities, never noticing the waste in their own back yards. He balanced gently on each blade of grass thinking it couldn’t be so, this state of free will.
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