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[In the very night of movement where I]

04/28/2026 14:58h
In the very night of movement where I sought a sequential self – The sea as blood, thought as Earth that changes the sea Changes the fishes in it for the fortunes of landscapes are in the fantasies of architecture H —        taught to sing siren scales by ear by rote or immersion abroad In the discrepancy of double exposure Casts of light crack time’s microscope