All such words which account for things until they need no saying. Snapped shut the tiny lens that will not turn loose the prisoner never losing scale a seizure. They make it difficult just at the moment when they seem defenseless. In measure attempted they will assume nobility growing from the rubbish of our thoughtless assault. Oh the words.
Words live lives of their own.
Alas we attempt to enter it. Only to observe to mourn our loss which may not be loss at all. We must live as we live in our own which is no time. We do not for all attempts to avoid the true things nuggets we are joined to them by this music. We do not understand it thinking we have left that the only land is the one we inhabit to which we came immigrants thinking the life was before us.