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.
The work becomes chiding of sunlight. The work is elegy and shaded. The principle ciphers as a god, in the way transience is purpose. Transience works this brief, ending fields, making trees concern. The hell of halting midway identifies the work of burning thru. Forever makes a sign. Sign makes worthy. Indeed the tramp of feet forward concludes any sentences but suggests more. Long sentences, stupid words. The caroling heard by Dante, brilliantine remorse for a better tide. The long road up from down, and turned around. The work then becomes the work now, as stained glass similitude. Anxious in the class structure of catastrophe, the baying song over all. Nothing to do but be done. Ruskin gave you papers to remind you. Slow battering concedes the earth in time. Time being functional and oblique. The worker inside sees the nation by exhalation. Transitive connection sports of culture. The class that ends becomes the class that begins, both left and right.
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.