White noise

It falls like gravel, like rain. It falls like pancake batter into the pan (the non-stick kind). It stabs; it clumps; it coats. It is powder, mist, ranch dressing. It is repulsive-- I want to hide from it, burn it, sweep it away. But I also want to touch it, lick it, roll around in it.

For today, I will fly in it.

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