Sometimes resistance Means slipping away like water. Become something liquid, Difficult to hold. Gather in still places, let the weight Of a thousand droplets form, silently, Inexorably. The puddle becomes a pool, becomes A bottomless lake. In the depths Powerful creatures take shape. Teeth sharp as truth, Muscled bodies filled with justice. The reckoning will rise Like an unbound tide.
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Yes, still places are necessary.