There are many meshed and just enough, so in their brittle wakefulness molluscs that lumped. Cancerous behind their voices. Shook their shadows before the slough-off began in earnest. Rolling out horsedark, heat with too much mouthing as to breed thin annihilates the rest of our habit-retition. Bodies that tick and thousands that are sounding celestial structures homeomorphic to their spines, their higher cerebral functions. Too much of your mouth. Worms erased our tapes, found the shade of our amygdala and made their arrowheads and tightened the skin of their drums. Who made their intestines in solar spots and last forever like a hawk between his fingers. Piles of telephone line. Knitted in vectors of similarity, some radio waves don’t pivot, but susurrus upon many waters. His majestic voice. Eight storehouses of thunder. Falling or sinking too tight for sounding. Inches that scatter throughout our terrestrial atmosphere. Grain is night that numerical sequence in which we dream. Anaesthetized, so we like the flood in the midst of his mountains. Creation of sea creatures. Creation of living creatures. Washed inn our glossed-over. Some swarms of artificial standing in orphicballs, in many-turning us there to collect as many holes as possible. I took the nucleus in the atmosphere of my armspreading and its clarity at the tactical level. Alternative fluids: psychedelic whips of softness in many gradations of colour. Wire-ends take our wettest particles. Stag-blooded so I starts at the thousand wheels and lung passages. Now a lump scallop. Now the decades after serotonin was discovered. Nonliving matter soaked in green mountains moving along. If at first some arms are extra-somatic. Bipedal I is infinite fractions of solitude, quoted I supple, episodic, diagonalizing. If you reach in noisy and maple-crustal. Suborganizational is when I took you. I’m standing now. It was multi-billion and minute. Spidery so I stratified body-tics of your hereafter floor. Afterglow. Tightened again. Nemesis Star’s un-minded in these huge heads of ours. If tooled in the topological corals – music around and music inside you.
