“Balanced on the binding of her book, monumental on the mountain of her own making, Everything is the triumphant tale: all the stars are her stage, & Everything is producer & player. “
It begins with the silhouette of a story, a wisp of words.
Gradually, characters grow: each letter a universe of definition forming a syllabic cacophony of creation in the crisp, colorless moon.
Her name is Everything & that is her pursuit. Balanced on the binding of her book, monumental on the mountain of her own making, Everything is the triumphant tale: all the stars are her stage, & Everything is producer & player.
Everything’s skirt is stamped with inky shadows that wrap around her in a silhouette of movement as she cascades through all the words in the world. Her lips are pink silk, & woven parchment choreographs the shimmering dance of her spirit’s experience in arabesque & allongé.
Everything is elegance in the galactic atmosphere, unwavering between brilliantly broken luminesce. She stretches swanlike between rising action & dénouement, & glides with grace across dramatic structure. Everything patiently enjoys adventure while radiating a glow of pageantry & pyramidal pagination. Everything whirls with her whims, limbs extending in ecstatic expression, poised on the pinnacle of forever avoiding endings.
