He too shivers for physicality undernourished by warm and soul. He sails released into the night sky within a wholly new geometry. He remains entrusted with naive truths and ancient human longings. It’s here, you see, in this place. At this time. The paranoid exposure, the evidence as instrument, the return to the lattice, the call to the wheel, the clattering of the muse, the literal text dump of mind.

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