(act 1) k ten times ,, and {me} > > > >
> 4-one of those special
lead pipe little walks
. . . a paused````````````````` then some
dissertation arms reached out.’
-‘ahoy!
ahoy! !’
-
`But I’ve invented a different kind of . . . .?’
a moment off stage, a fat greasy occasion, every dot
matrixed in personalized rats traversing the holy crossed
origin, attempting a dreamy indeterminate hum of memory,
from one pole to the
next.
“I
tried to say . . .
and
paused from its deadly brink.”
days passed -- not
doing human voices! there stretched on a time
rag in my prison vain, a reaching phrase that grew a
deadly brink, hidden in one of those crimson gauges.
Low > > > > >lying in
definite order......it appeared to balance
properly, like water
through the heather bright. I drew up what fate
I had cooked>>>
> > > >addressed it to a
force other than myself to
be sure. spasmodically let k
take ten times and hide
it in an unknown hiding-place:
k forced me to a wakening period.
-‘yes,
I saw time, and struggled violently -- then Like water
through the woods, I went on
holding the phrase: I might
be grasping the dungeon in other
things. though, I do not
know, maybe a tree too, is too perfect.’
-’check
mate!’
fin.