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Eureka's Attic (III)

by removed.polaroid-scrabble

. a month spent listening to (a) grandfather's medley of memories, an eroded imagination, an inversion of a figurative- something of other... a month spent with the breath of Shiva... dementia... no wonder my use, subsequently, does not represent the vitality of a springbok... less a torrent of a waterfall... and more... heavily reliant on: perpendicular and subserviently cryptic. what came first:    the vowel, or the consonant... |    standing ground... figments of the imagination - vowels and the rigid    arches of huddling consonants... unkept lockets of birches woven in pine forests... dead to humor English oak: numbed a'pathos            vater... vague wounds caressed by the winds... in beast: siamese - no differential, unto a blast from a sputnik's starry baron knead of the knee    third letter: surd...             what the eye and the aye does see...   but the: hushed agreement bypasses... to 'now is no sentiment of a nauw...   Cymry:                      piquant, the difference between   (k)now    and  n              A             w no... 'now...    brigadier is not (a) /      no              trumpet-tier / player...             -teer...          a vowel, a consonant, a surd...                                              and if... VII were again, and 7 far from F...          tickling e. e. cummings... translation? missing...                   the obscurity of the concept of flesh when wearing a pair of gloves, the Sait Paul & Peters... flesh disintegrates, what remains is... the mediating numb between gloves and the "abstract" of skeleton...             what came first... the "vowel", or "the" consonant? past the moral "question": the glaring contort... a letter - L, 90°...    that gave birth to                the Girth of Delta? 360° and the "missing" 5...    Kant: negation = 0, reply...                     Λ = sanction.
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