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The page knots ascent, pursuit, speed, and descent into a compact image of motion turning dangerous.

Its language feels like a draft of thought catching itself in real time, especially in the doubled ending where 'decention' shifts into 'descention.' That correction matters: the page turns aspiration into falling, or at least into the risk hidden inside upward strain.

Four lines — a miniature aphorism about ascent and descent. The strain in assent strictly without pursuit; the speed danger in decention descention (sic). A koan about pace and will.