No other system but this one and it growing larger. All at once, as if all the voices now are suddenly one voice. Ah, it is here now, the here. Who could have known a glance could be so plastic. Rubbery and pushing down on all the tiny hissing overbright greens.
Silence is welcomed without enthusiasm.
Listening standing now like one who removed his hat out of respect for the passage. What comes in the aftermath they tell us is richly satisfying. No need to make a story up, for instance.