Monster

There is an awkward imbalance, I think it would be so simple for the rule to be laid down: this is what we do, this is who we are; but I guess it is not quite that simple, and I am not in the position to say what can or cannot be done. It is just a little dull being seen as such a monster.

Discombobulation, disorientation, but sitting with a slightly louche demeanour awaiting the joy, joy to come while the moment is confusing.  This naked moment on the swing of misfortune pausing, weightless not knowing if I will fly forward or drift back.

Without, just without
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