your ephemera is smoke and ether
you are a ghastly thing which is likeekkekkekkekkdkkekd

when moving away from something please be sure to engage the things which are necessary for

suck the salty water from off of the inside of your left wrist. Imagine the reasons why that would be that there. Feel the callouses of your hands on the callouses of your hands. Do not look at anything which you are not supposed to look at. Go away from the edge of the world having never felt the rain of a stupid cloud.

Cup a thin coiled ribbon in your hands. There is no horse. There is no name. There is no such thing as a sudden movement. Your insignificance is insignificant. Your mantra is mute. Your adage, appendage, amputated. Remember the rocky center of your being you're being. You are a slab of granite that was broken into smithereens and implanted in the bodies of the ones who came before you. Did you pass into the stone yourself, do you pass into it, did you let it pass into you by accepting the burden of life, did you escape the organic drudgery of loam and limestone?

Where is your great pyramid. Where is your masculine prowess, and what hand do you hold it in? The drum major and the baton twirler.

Run away into the forest, where it is dark and cool.