And so moments, each and flowing. Undoing is a higher order of color. If multiples contend one center, pleasure is in learning that. The woods have numerous equations, less tight than we know. Equations are learned and unlearned.
Division rounds everything into uncomfortable rest.
A magnet closes a door and stays quietly over stone. With no hesitation, we jump. Song points disjunction's way. Apologies break temple walls. Flecks of light upon dark sky mass until something calls out.