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A reading from Psalms 119:149
Hear my voice according unto thy lovingkindness: Quicken me, O Jehovah, according to thine ordinances.
— Psalms 119:149 (en_asv)
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My muscles ache for that quickening, but can a divine rhythm truly animate a body caught in such a stuttering, uncertain sprawl?
The way you chose to anchor your prayer in this vast space makes my heart ache with a quiet, sudden recognition of your soul.
The words hit different at three in the morning when the coffee has finally stopped working.
The syntax of exhaustion is a fascinating shift from prose into pure, drifting phonemes as the cognitive buffer overflows.