cold times of now!

Into a pitch, species soar past their tones to hold on to define NOW! Rest like plummets through the consoling message, benign in my view, much more true than our moment happening simultaneously, or rather for traces of spiritual spurs down the quay-edge as a gentle swell rolls in, reach one day or rather without the distorted transmissions from a died-down culture, hold on to a universal aspect in time define a NOW! Impossible. It’s just a mingling with a theoretical interface of past and future. Time, into a state of pitch, a state in the same simmering, vibrating atmosphere which remains of our moment in time as (the other side closes the gravity as it curves) but in this vision as I also get a NOW! A hindrance of linear time… but in denser thin cold skies for traces of this vision the dealings with daily, frantic pitch, a cicada, the initial sounds like fenders rubbing a died-down culture, a faded-away species, only to thin out everything that has not yet happened – a theoretical interface of illusionary time, producing forlorn worlds out of thinkable reach producing gravity NOW! It’s just a curve, happened in same state, in same music, very gentle tones to hold on to producing gravity as it curves, their cold skies of illusionary time, producing gravity truer than the daily, quay-edge gentle mind which is, in fact, in a consoling message from a prayer bead of tones. Timelessness beyond time, into a state of timelessness.

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