( There was a perch under powdered snow, his mother took her rest on it. He remembers, distantly, what it means to be a creature of broken balance — to inhabit steps larger than your scattered life and tremble in your footing.
He was a child, then. He faltered, now.
In a remote land, the hot currents of laughter desiccate him. Smile dies a fraught brittle death at the edge of his torn mouth. There was a shape to it, to him, like perdition. )
When, in particular?
( He has wavered so often, to such feats of ruin — in the strength of his character and that of his arm, if not his allegiance. The moment of suspension, like a gasped breath, defines him. )
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He was a child, then. He faltered, now.
In a remote land, the hot currents of laughter desiccate him. Smile dies a fraught brittle death at the edge of his torn mouth. There was a shape to it, to him, like perdition. )
When, in particular?
( He has wavered so often, to such feats of ruin — in the strength of his character and that of his arm, if not his allegiance. The moment of suspension, like a gasped breath, defines him. )