Unsought, the alternatives float by at their own behest, always some distraction offering a momentary respite from the temptation to will, a descent that seems its opposite, a climbing of walls which do not trouble with opinion, question or even observation, caring not for the interned penitent within, absorbing the objectification of the enclosed subject who stares at their indifference; all plane and angle, replete in their repose, offering the chance of an inerrant stillness, a silence waiting without expectation, caring not a whit whether the watchman returns, careless of what they enfold, the space described by their intersections unfelt, is only sensed to be by the existence of their limitation, their limiting grace which they are only too happy to share with anyone who would step within their confines.
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