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sample shot dressing stuck muddling in a clear plastic vacuum. word dot becomes stretched toward infinite wisdom made again in plain view not now nude. a road path veering off under death of alcohol canopy in birth lights. shame came first followed by distinct radial patterns in water then on land.
her words not theirs sear the air with dampness,loss and now silence. whitened,brightened and discarded she sees ten feet not more and then suddenly no more.
his world this place this moment is now dust once seen and not felt.he hears cartwheels from distant places. sounds cavorting across the distorted absence and echoes that cannot recollect their origin.he cannot reach that thing that calls him from places he does not know and cannot understand.a broken language from a lost code.
the november evening weighs down across the valley. unveiling a darkness that seems to stretch to an unholy comsic end. she moves through the grey language of winter saturated in light. saturated in a music that he has never heard before but cannot forget and cannot unwind the depth to which the music has come alive in him and left him quieted and reverent.

the lights of the highway. a coastline dressed in gloom.the discarded breath of a billion sleeping vagrants lingers low. it was once this way and now it is no longer. if only for the great unremembered beauty of all that which came before us and we would be delivered from this place.longing is a waking death.