Billows from a canyon. In shadows formulation. A god-form pervasive and dense. One gigantic clip or chapter. It can literally suck you dry. Of life and of inertia. Shackling or piercing or nailed to the floor. But when eased and prodded. And carefully peeled back. Harnessed with such an extreme degree of concentration. It begins circulation. It casts light again. Gray shadows become nuances. Within them lie beginnings. Upon them forever and ever. Lead the way then follow.