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Glass

Glass and silicon are both just sand, justs, and what. a world of pebbular inconstancy. Look through to see just breath of beaches crossed invisibly now. Yearned elemenental netted. Only in memory and obliquely at that. The roots promise protuberence, and deliver, detection of a bygone interwriting. For breakfast I am eating some very plain popcorn cakes. They are beautiful, so unsalty and dis-sweet. I break them like knobby plates in my mouth. I chew and swallow. Language drips down the back of the throat. The word for food here is almost nourishing. It tastes of assimilation, sudden unusual communion, tongued fluency, the hissing of reptiles. I want an alphabet meal of only letters, to eat your "y," your "o," your "u," your "r." in pieces and places and whole and holy and morphic and orphic and sybilene and sibilant. Press the see-through until it glows a tea green insulin. That's insolence, disconsonate if curvy. When I look through it is wind held still, moved us away from the tracks into extraordinary behaviour. That is what is furniture about the other ones of us who are not in first person yet. Give them time and chance. Throw back the zones of history and soon, maybe yesterday, they will work their way through the cattails and coattails, hatrails, and choattails, of a time bornevernewandnewbornevertime, for even and evening hide be hond tha mound's tain, hyle and lifted burden's cream for the whitening tides
limned on the edges of a falling hail of carved and air oaked vowells,
for shorn whstles i the marshes, text for eye-salt and blooms for fibber-tales, glide amongst the tannins of the semiotic bush-mane, and warble to the red tree bending from the partially submerged ear
shining like a sword o'er the moth urn's pons, ansayyid, purrr loping
cranes, when three phace-ed bat camels hung dangling by their helium torp-pa-baggins, leggins tranced under theer bridle grunts, we sleept hun drowned pleesa full the ungular moon, mikemickelmundusmmad forfreer we goin, gaol'd h'all glowerd und bestoond by hiwylers dandeese, fleets ingrown, and ploddingEX hymmning hollering from theer silver basketed beard ladders, shrugged upern fon a ruddy glass
placklet starn, miso benogged, it kinnacrutched stabunch, butwirn behirn villa polis toon mineckard swallowing copsenounings.. and tis freer theen, slipperilike ood glozdover pelletsin a barrel hood..pennymenander glued to a butterwheel tuniscriptin.. blod and shackle beegunned! merryweather cocktowerdn titflat stainloven.. cleep along the inner thy of the towne and shake the mayors trousersoundings.. pweep with a whittselling and mash mouths among the grovergrottoing wellls, lost to ownership ever. mind is found, flowered under, floundered soul, splash me a lie, snoikermutts!

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