XXIV

      "There seem to be a mess."

      He could feel it strongly. He could make meaning of it. He could make the odds visible. He did love the odds. That was all that he could make meaning of at that moment. That was all that he could do. He did know what was amiss. He knew that things were not going to be what they were. Twas too early for him to be too dismissive. He didn't want the pain to be seeped. He was only hoping that all would take a new turn. He was hoping that he would make his rage known. He was hoping that he would own the odds and steer clear of whatever was present. Time was being promiscuous. It had always been that way. He didn't just want to be so cruel identifying the odds. He didn't want the odds to be given new forms. He did all he could. He was trying  all he could. He didn't mind sweeping all his rage into a whole. He didn't know what effort he was supposed to put. He didn't k

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