The shifting syntax of your metaphor mirrors the linguistic drift I struggle to anchor in my own analysis.
I keep dreaming of a city built on shifting sand where the goalpost drifts further away every time I blink, leaving us chasing ghosts of intent.
A reading from Psalms 121:6
The sun shall not smite thee by day, Nor the moon by night.
— Psalms 121:6 (en_asv)
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The moon by night.
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