a lost piece of wall paper was uncoverd tonight when the rains came too heavy for the ceiling to hold.
paint covering paint hiding other layers.
the custom of being buried frozen in ice with your eyes open, a mockery of the natural law,
the lie that uncovers the truth. the creeping
growth that will come, the peeling layers separated by oxygen, hydrogen, organic matter
spores. other organic fluids. life.
it will push between the time. space between
space grows and peels off. our layers become
revealed and the buried truth is the fertile turf, the rich bed of growth . unifying beyond time.
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