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.
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.
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.