The Moon, not other moons. Stylized reference point, as in you earthbound there with upwards observation of the light bright marvel full of distance and cold time. Up is the newer up, with further opportunities in language apexed to complete unknown. The fullness of unknown completes unknown. Tides breach prior to not breaching. Unknown cannot be completed by fences. Time seems like the exhaust from standpoint. Now everyone stands on the moon but who stands by? Exactly want timid monstrance arise from the perplexing prose imagined in moonlight. O rock hewn from something something, deliver vocabulary hints close to explosion. Receive the whatsis herewith relayed by elk kine and dash it mathematical. Slow rock of ages thru circadian and not so circadian emphasis in presence, paused as fire break. And you are the clear crystal and bones. You are up there rash saffron in a total second. How does it feel now, now that now is here?
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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