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Technical Agreement Manual 68.06

 
You say to me that you cannot find the sibilant sounds
of conversation in what you see left here.

Yet, on a rainy day, with the final conversion
of measurement dimmed to our eyes, the veins
rise from the earth through green to as more available level. Hate was
not one thing of which we could speak, though at times
we did hint at these darker concepts. For time to be
equated with noise allows us no time in which any
continuity may be constructed, verbal or otherwise.
I cannot deny that certain moments have been lost,
such as monuments of wrinkled stonework so clearly
engraved beneath their ears. Cold speaks, leaving
a trail of blood which slowly dissipates
in mutual repulsion.

The inadequacies of language to tell a visual
experience relates to the analogic structure
of ice and the lizard

"Finding themselves falling, we were forced
to give them the assistance of a
Melogram sail, though they thought it less well
when my fear wreaked a composite and
transmitted disaster. Twelve survivors spoke
to the assembly which later reduced my location
to ordinates.

"He has, been so affected by this that no
stimulus will suffice to strike him down. I
am angry at anyone who will not restrain me."

Radical interpolations will not convey any subtlety of meaning.

( Can you dislike what you have done so? Though naught remains but the soft slipping of feet and an occasional flap of pantleg on skin

... we removed the collection...

then you might at least consider that the pattern is being
executed by a tonic of spatial command dialects )

Those of fragmented natures
have / are
can be

the tectonically safe rippled material of your
last crystal / shining with the application of pain
and the ravaged scars
of lost stars will end, his hart finding pleasure
in the vibration of the sun.

I would not have revulsion, but so little is normal.

1977

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