--Nathan Spoon
Stemming brightly from a small jar : four flowers. It is like
the ontology of being unaware of how many selves
can be contained within a single individual. Be brief
and then forget what happens next given the theory of
the lyric driving sheep along in their natural orders.
That character Parmenides started it sliding to plain
after plain of natural versus dominator hierarchies like
these. Next came all the rest. Some days it is difficult
to remember how much a stranger might remember.
Now the hero is gone. They were so great all four flowering
selves are still learning from them. Water is a yarn so hard
that magic infuses even the corners and crevices of
every sticky law. People are always conflating love
with new skies and new skies with cunning harmonies.
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