One:
I am moving fools. Look out. I am moving the sea. [long pause] Everything we
owned was crowded. [long pause]
Two:
Weapons of fields. [long pause]
One:
An unchanging cosmos. [long pause] Should be sleeping full volume, hunger
nostalgic; each line noodles.
Two:
Such a total system.
One:
Nature acquainted with.
Two:
To own a face, an illustration of the natural, the science of the drama, the
ground intuitive, science ongoing history. History is the ground; the big
old serious.
One:
The idyll is dishonest.
Two:
An edition of the ground… [long pause]
One:
The sneer of the pitilessly invested fixed by no desire; and now we have
thought, smiling from a type canned in icy hope. I am moving that man we
pass on the ground.
Two:
Remember arriving.
One:
Remember the last light.
Two:
Certain balance.
One:
To taunt to be broken.
Two:
To be sleeping.
One:
Grow up to analysis.
Two:
Moving in a definition, riddled with stuff we should have spent.
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