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---anotherMy hands keep presssing down. The pressure,..forms, between the little cloths...clots. i wonder, where, it is that the hands wonder, why cry out in the smog, with little mouvements, power, slips from the floor..... taking down... the little rue... shut down.. bleeds, in the little tears swerrling down. I want, and it looks. Whenever, apparently. Soon... it would take away. Then... it would be near your still. Look out... without, the, dearist, little bit of cwards. Without the need. Bound up in tired.. rite.old days. Some.up. For the ease. The days are taken. We mortals before the death. Before, sweeping up, childless, locking up our future. The fear creeps, as the depression covers both in our lives, in our world. In all. We lost. ansde. Hop.e it can keep it down. Fire fights. Well be_forget,s that once cites, town.s all the world aflame, when dawn rose from a molten ash. The lord spoke from, on. Then. reconstitution of the task. To dwell. The notion that. The individualisé though under duress.~in the shadow.is.in.Rather, well we live as ghosts.. au Nous vie en spectres des individuel. A spectral presences of individualité. Le fantôme du celui-ci,~Though means are relationships to each-other, to the world to language. All a float|~Lets it all look. Fade.. sometimes. Into traceless patterns, marks, of the past. Lullabies of the becoming. Thus, it is in the front running to the moments of words, to the passage of lights between the eyes. (don't ghosts illuminate themselves?)~or can.. as refracted collected fires. Phosphorescences collected from the past. And reconstituted as a form. Which wavers in the eyes. In the preceptive at the gate of presences. Yet.. unsure. The emancipation of it, in the fear, which it can invoke is, not that it should not.. for everyday we are charged beyond our reality. Rather, it is that the imposition of something which should have faded. Which returns. And voices. And sites. Sight/as well covers over the phenomenal horizon. And peaks back at ours. The angle's of time wingspans1 and collapsed beyond our reach. And deposited it before our very eye, we hear, before our very phenomenal experientialite. Thus, in these, motions, in these movements, in the date. We are able to recapitulated. and cover it over again. The free particles. Random splices of life, which peal away at the yauning which shelters our, being. The laws and bounds, fall ever further. The retreat, of contract. Which could only bound the infinite souls to a contract with the divinity or contacts to property. All require that, there are their souls or individuals; uncollapceable. Into the myst. Yet, now we have it that between parallel parallax lines. We speak yet, and are silenced by the thunder. The tundra winds rap up our thoughts, and peal our skin. It chills
1 Walter Bengiman and Keats
and bites, we are left exposed. We the ghosts, are at threat to be lost in the myst of thewhiteout|snowblow..l..yet. We still must recall. Recall that we to posses the call to the phosphorescences of the spectral. The reoccupation of the past even in a faded Pale Fire. Light for the foreground. Moments to pass between our, contact. We still embrace. And we let our love take us down into the soil taused up into the crystalline starless.sky. But without bounds the constellations linking our spirits. They have been blocked out. Nevertheless, it is a the duty the call the right. Of those the lived,the responsible to re~construe and produce, produces force. Where the lines till speak remember.. worship to rite. Which recall. Our task is to mourn in all corporalsoul to the lost yet forever, trapped.
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