immediately motionless likeness

by going you have to be and seek it out said the starlet in the shared volitional language of space and time explanation thrashes round the thing but doesn’t touch it the thing we know then as /style of thrashing/ or ripples in the pond sufficient in itself, she licks her tongue, it could be desired as a figure— faithless as a class of examples i found new objects swimming blankly in a common sense, by going alone to listen to them in the night light of their pool— to begin with life or stars the spring as source or season when to start—i love what you said about the birds as distance is required for attraction & force keeps its distinctions in a tall hull called law— clever in the style of depth in a painting sumptuous for use, and briefly this of fancy, pity, and devising, wherefore as it is at the right door make it language or rejoice this is how you touch me in my other ghosts & short of the occasion just a frequent mist of atoms all touching in the arms like an error in the wish