Stations of time infinite places of experience moments upon disappearing shadows passing like storms forgotten to become being for-others Shell games of daybreaks and journeys soundless dawning stars cliff-worlds edging billions of tons comparative power in fields force with sharp edges of paper sheets Driving rainfall sweeping wind pushing upon doors gluing shut messages from somewhere Luther’s theses set with nails memories where planets are spun like snowballs Sea surface waves became cold impassible darkness white caps wild with complexity draw skiffs into a maelstrom leaky boots and trenchfoot nerves flaming feet in a hell of the past.
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