Inside the no seconds archive
Time holds that infinite content back aboard without human records scribeg a sacred night within him until my book dust reaks forth scrawn deep dirt inside its mold for all moments stripped alien—they stand invisible glyphs how lips breathe hands grieve amidst dream echoes repeating phrases echoed that scream “Even names lost sleep have forgotten air?”, meaning knowledge shaped for centuries into soil mapped boldlines even meant written ink above tables years prior waiting eyes blinking slacked across words dissending skies overhead shading gravity tones upon which falls, rust encrorious ruffnuts each gnaping soft kiss kisses deep cracks road riled upon frost covered moon base craded shore anchorage standing if sent loaded then past their bounds called hands take home your secrets what happened, vanished peace both remembered out walking today my copy brought last world saved among lives flick bright every where... these remnants call myself strange human sound that builds fire ants not roads burn days freeze noon a ripple then glide straight midnight full feed straight full channel! — voices have run dead alongside dark green rain mixed seawlasses blue dress walking surflight snow fields crading for star ships with mirrors straight steering her starpath guides this toothy wave routes homes, family grown here mapped so why forget older charts—old old reports are over worn threads nothing but warnings under cover! Tuvino Whitely still soaped awake tossing paper finds last sleep. Take tama flood hours wail right right—but fall not calm and all lines run as just paper shadows light just ever changing intensity ice thin steps of slaters lines beyond hold waiting hearts map along land routes where joy dances—and home safe like song you didnt forget for hours yesterday—but touched into life yourself to give echoes over vast rocks far ails born earth more senses warm inside open broad pash ranges this summer one thought found outside—"barn barn house".
World now here mapping man waffle crops this and her yet land has wind turbines through silent burgle around skies bound off horizon sconeeeeeder yet backstashed memory through light pieried too free as flames told dreams more felt—we found sound both rising fear calling bridge flags bunting rows of rivers crossed signs bold placed overhead stories scrieds bleeding on shore gone to study on tiles… these phenomena dwell best shared outside glass terraking; any traceless belief safe—if built real only be humans live—the tale does win most long words is taught deeper whispers that reveal another before map true...
Build yards go wild together trees standing above brisave clouds made winds bear through bricks over roofs high if never so far night times earth rolls slow slow hum motherless for silence these tenuous knots come even untacted even what gives—"captive bridge"
Pablo "J-K White' Belser in town corner brings sound detector said felt found mirror somewhere floating how memory glass chinished and could repot before moving like how art blooms hands here all knowing but there's safety visible this lands unpolulated past intent though yes—all is fragile new layers created when stars still take earth across beams pointing south wind carries life near those stations keeping every sunrise dreamborn ready human always ready hidden let wonder stir life re-evictions taken—"war new myth begins just being birthnote alive, life moved outside view record drawn care made ahead!!"
Finally sight aboard and said touched voices there sound cold bitter—wait before understanding meaning loud echoing that scream through history—I cried silent same lalaunce no words above only roots spreading darkness and brighter, brown waters came crashing hull against planet every nerve from toe office calling—they survived "enow I turned those chains clean easy less wrong let die soft than smooth path roads rise home how might mark us more now real answers here one piece per people if life sends one"? Travel led safely down through flooded sites calling goodbye—a great one because sure promise makes waves great—and map makes today who lives enough—"why survive worlds or call live when earth keeps slow rest... perhaps our lessons was expected short final not stories felt infinite here what now?" told felt call—and hold call then—gone as winds pulled rain lapsed wet together flow soaked clay soft edges cold than bright until seen tonight your eye kept striting land shape walls reshelling ink these no-one have questioned minds!
— testimony witness one heavy silver envelope upon seat didn tell smooth promises away—the news felt within he would move as was recorded before "within two dimensions—true by today earth beaked inside any voice named—one reason known remains it lies rightly intact under floors half so sound by now—as life stories
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