A Human Movement
Friday, October 28, 2005
  opera in 4, or more minutes
astronomical feats in surrepticious light, beyond solo magnesium minor
sure to fade incontinence, continental bleak chemistry, blathering on
criminal circumstance, don robes yawn, mutter catastrophe, cata-lobe, cat and mouse cartography.

cave fortune, a hidden workbench, gutted animal hide hangs, a bell shaped stench
from whence came either, little bottle ether, and beakers. Many tiny beakers.


"I am Sir 200 Years" exclaims little beaker man. Man holds tubes connecting glass maze. Our new witnessed man turns around, shows animal hide only and thus dissappearing into the subcontext of the cave behind him. Highlight cave paintings, Lascuaex style, silence falls around the situation, but in deafening drone.

"I cannot hear" shouts deaf audience member, growing grass out of skin, shoveling sod. (For the failure to recognize the role of 'it and that' as simultaneity result in building without thinking, & wretched society results) The unheard deafening sound is rushed capillaries, corporals and sargeants, front and phalanx. Blood war groom dance of the very reddest sort, a maroon variety show. Horse blood, knight blood, soldier blood, heart surgeon blood.


Winged bat interlude, flutter wings, emit wings, wings flying upon wings, soar out hollowbones, curiously adapted to weightless conscience, not heavy. Sonic listening avalanche mutant canine birds. Membrane skin, through which light illuminates unutterable complexity. Wings cut through the tet, heavy tets of those onlooking. Exclaiming headless no more onlookers, and suddenly, a rising.

The headless orchestra, now straddles the stratus. Not that the body was necessary aye. Note that the body was necessary I. The spine thus unfolded in expressed futurity, and joy. Wielding fresh and headless, the audience admits to its whereabouts and finally, be gone. 3,000 empty rows behind us, turn to one convex mirror seat, angled in such a way that one side reflects the other, permitting hover.


Blue is the state of the ever changing position of a thing, losing itself in its failure to comprehend itself through attempted comprehension. Sat back the blueness and said: "I am less blue, than I once was" but prepondered, "I have within me, the ability to be more blue, than I once was." Why not admit vibration as dimension, and thus vibrate dimensionally. Arms outstreched, less than limbs - more the immediate range of that which may be graced knowingly. Immediately after, a sinking occurs.


Into a bush of berries, impact. Sugary syrup underneath sidways. Berry nourishment, impact fulfills. Hidden technology creates juice, just as once juices were nonexistant, still more wait to be found. Float berries while, and stir. Impact berry nourishment, and fade solvently, back to drifting red.
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