and when he rearranges her she is oblivious to his curious resting arms,
outstretching, supporting the delicate structure of her. Her white light
not resting in darkness but extending into softness; the shape of softness
in white evolving. The white stems hovering, moving forwards, towards us
through his draping black; she is a white visitor centre-staging white.
Her persistent white petals breathing out white, obscuring his dark path
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