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Sound and beat swell funnel of space dragged in earth planes eddy, the shaking cold, fish jump the horizon

slats factory colors we realize a finish there is a tower a vast dome a dining car there a sliding seats sloped down the girders truckload of stationwagons a few benches at the sea

or hens crated traffic island

the oak starlight glimmering with flowers sometimes the sea does turn warmer

the gulf of ears engraved

from everywhere the dawning ends of the world