Blood and the Lack

Time in a liquid forest, with trees underground, hollow rocks for water to flow maybe smooth glass and perfect crystals to sing with us, hit them together hit them against the temples of your head and let the enormity fill you with absolute cold, let the old He watch us and stand there, born in before this order arose, rose before the sun had set yet, seventh and thousandth second, he waited never expecting, an amalgamation without such impulse, driven and coursed only by force of will, driven by nothing at all. Heathen to walk in sand, woven from the purist tendencies that forebore organic predilection to build from itself. And what else, that he should have what others were not so privileged to possess, a construction of elite composition. Under poison clouds through boiling earth, pools of liquid and sun unfurled, when no else was born. Was told that before the next season New would spring out, ordered and more ordered than he. Such it was this thing that imposed on his barren, not yet until he had found that which affronted he so greatly, why they should so resemble him?  Worse still considered the constructs born into this, who should overtake him and see. A child felt replaced by those his inferior, and haunts. Haunts does across planes, until coming final to the last bastion of perfection. To be visited once by the carrier of New will, and danced again until he too lay dead, and a sojourn. Long, unfurled. Too see again the last New, so young to him, to see the form of one his own, for it to be broken into grains, and the wind carries it away.

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Scapula ill-time nor forsatire mile learned mounds to comprise. The space between the children is formed of what is not formed, That existence and non-existence come to one another to form a universe, a pervasion and intermingling, we are as real as we are unreal. A lode and Batholith succumb, above the multitude same and connected from fractal interjunction, who are themselves atop the plateau, encircled. White bark assumes the role, the city of it encircles, lodged and lupine. Celestial bodies are fleshless in the above, the sun never reaches their heights. The circle is tall and hollowed, and it composes the thousands of orifices, shut off by instant, the children star-washed are sleeping, beams of solitary when word on written leaps back. It's veins are mutile, moving as it breaths sachc into air, water flows throughout it, and cleanse the city in night, no pathogen osmosites inside, traumatic penetration is not possible. Throats are still, complete and formed, a tree sung-high , parabolic in measure.