adendon endenderg craned its- or his or her- face and long dark locks around a bended branch and spoke:
"there are those closely related: we'll find it, you and i." then, toes first, adendon bounced about the bark and rolled up to a stop. "and what do i see? dust! dust circling in beams of moonlight. i am but a servant- or god. but enough on me! i much prefer to listen, so let's speak on you instead- and you- and you especially. these things i find closely related, tightly wound, always moving apart. how tiresome! (how invigorating!) these games we play... always moving," said adendon.
"i am, of course, in great pain- a painful joy. here for a moment and then gone again, i am. i am the preserver. you, my friends, are the life givers. the first and foremost. the greatness ever forging. the meager slums and morsels- that you are. the likely lashing of a beast most unharnessed- most unforgiving- most childlike at play. fair and forgetful.
"bend yourselves- we'll tell a tale. we'll find it, you and i. we've made ourselves unmade about each other- or was it one another. my memory fails me." adendon the standing on one leg made a sound like laughter, piercing and shrill. "failure having never lost a thing. how droll. how joyously inane- having sifted through each year or day like- the worm. oh, ! (the worm) which, in through the head and out through the feet, will go and go and go. my mentor and my love i preach: i am one so tired- from always moving." adendon was now twisted about itself, as if to grease its own joints from underneath. his- or her- limbs reached and protruded in ways strange and human-like. two arms, two hands, two legs, two feet, dancing about a waist and skinny midsection.
"do you love yourself?" head turned sideways frowning and smiling at once, devilish and halcyon. "do you love me? oh me, oh my, oh why on earth and other places i have been or haven't been- it doesn't matter. we'll find it, you and i. i know we will. and already we have, haven't we!" adendon laughed again, "and what a mess we've made in finding it, as well. a lovely pestilent mess about ourselves and in our hair..."
with that, the thing- the being- became distracted. ill tempered and ecstatic.
"do you know yourself?" its chin pushed back into its neck. "i, of course, know nothing. though in listening i am always speaking, and in speech i am- " it breathed a heavy breath, light with rain and wind and sand and said, "oh well. on this we'll try again another time. success is always breathing, and light is always all wound shadows." (dogma) crooned the wind and breezed. "we have failed again. we've found- " and disappeared.
