Some of our bacteria-like friends Archaea have have cannulae. These tube-like structures seem to connect cells after division. Books say this, anyway. Systemic connection where inklings grow beyond not until. This is an idea, a waiting of form to appear. Community makes spontaneous. You know of bridges, the books they make. Archaea have begun in the process of gaining scape and scope. As such Polis, which bears a fostering vision. Unitary thought flattens the globe to the losing dimension of loud populace noise. Your stress has undergone replication on the flat earth surface. Time encroached by place releases failing notes. You will find another tunnel ahead, another flat mental wall. Meet the New Boss in the time you took.
It begins with a scanning of light, a settlement of words. The lightly fracture of Bird sound begins in the office of seeing. Not sentiment but sense, as cool as Green in the Early days. Pasture resists nonpasture, no one Refers to none. All remains including nothing. Morning Is belief and there simply there. Tides go freshly to the point.
Comments
to glow until
the stress of
the inkling of an idea
replicates the loud
release of
spontaneous notes
in the process of a
flattened vision not
begun in another
dimension beyond
the tube-like
scope of the scape
undergone by the
systemic bacteria
as it loses its
connection encroaching
on the division of
the cells
on the surface of
this failing structure
ahead of another
fucking tunnel.