Last is black woods glittering moon between lower blue valley when sky is only seen as stars above cliffs above foil.
Gutters like everywhere the then-picturesque whitish sun is no puddles that come overflowing then a splashing then a-picking through Today roofs. The shining ones were not in fountains places but the many were in snapped rivulets again.
When tower veiled is not arid when night ends when not sunflowers are mountains gray, are moons from a looked-at village: all is then aluminum even the racing, even the surrounding of not mist when more is dripping, when the old and granite is not the way is not the walls though which the wet rises but is instead a minute gurgling.
When church.
When into clouds.
When in the middle, gurgling.
[[procedure: i put 3 paragraphs from max frisch's "man in the holocene" into a text scrambler then fixed the sentences so they kinda flow grammatically]]
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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