let us plan on numbers and occasional numbers. bold numbers could be planets for emporia. large numbers could hopefully for daily dead. the dead are significant in utter stop but wait. the entire number is more than the occasional one. we are tolled. the will of the economy is home and home again. walk to the late end of anything fresh. that date, that number, that paved prefix, that occasional number and morass. stuck on things, tentative fetching and then, more occasions in which number means meaning. life is a number both past zero and behind it. we count by way of no, the inexhausting step for occasion no more. hear is a poem by way of there was a poem.
From the thing itself, beyond seasoned aptness. Life is like living but blurred by you were listening. Aspect ratio telemetry in myriad languages smooth as rocks approaches time to look. Words piece together things or things find words. Endlessness is a choice, written big in words as shiny as geese. Words simply take the time in radiation and radical point. Stein wrote the heft of nothing special, start there or whatever. You can slowly adjust the franchise, commodity's inner workings. Subglacial quips, subliminal washouts, frantic azure in the breeze of frosty Friday: these special sparking hallways slyly enjoin. Maybe you read too much into reading too much. Further on is where you’ll stay.
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