And, everyone wears multi-colored scarves in the future/ and
landscapes and rectangles/ all aspire to one horizon.
Gatherers force subtle narrative line through disparate images in order to slow shifting, whispering phantasmagoria which bleed our true Neanderthal. Yes. Three/ silent concretes.
Hunters impose narrative, fierce ideas, to create a new aesthetic-- a rustle, a gentle sway, a shift. Yes. A wisp, a curve in the dunes. Octaves.
Brave, bold, fragile. Diminuendo after diminuendo. Diminuendo after diminuendo.
Is there a breeze today?
Hush... it all depends on the slightest quiver.
It all depends. It
so depends. It all depends. It all depends. It all depends.
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