CEREBRAL PONDS
When the coast is clear, we'll be
coming out. Only to show our
heads when the danger is passed.
I have found there are no words
in the utterance worth repeating.
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The thin glass here acts like a
mirror - even though you're
supposed to see through it, you
can't really. There's nothing to
see anyway. The shapes have
already left the now shapeless
forms. A fulsome weave indeed.
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I'll be crossing the Pennsylvania
border in ten minutes. Look up,
see how the landscape now
starts growing.
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