Two crumpled pieces of paper collapse
to the floor like exhausted dancers. A light
breeze pushes them together as they creak
and stretch in unison. The compact energy
contained within the tightly bonded folds begin
to unevenly release, resembling the sound of
mice running across a sandy floor.
They slowly turn again as the eye of the
fold blossoms, then abruptly stop.
As in life, some folds are not to be undone.
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