sleep is a distant dreamer and the wires come back, their opaque and simple structure hitting and then reverberating against a larger structure - against the sound - fractured within their own simplicity: and that message takes its time, shudders, and then repels. all things do within time, settling into habit that is no larger or greater than daft skill, quickly convening with the likeliness of inbred knowingness, tapering off into the hushed distance of redundancy. then the simplicity is the answer, the godsend, the quickly received transmission reflecting off an all-knowing satellite (but it is not my mind) and my mind knows so little, shut off and disconnected: no more a tree from its soil than a fish from its water; the forest is full of them.
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