Floated speed under the envelopment of hazy, cool liquid and sunlight. The trunks around my waist remain in place relatively little, if at all, tied in a weakly deceiving knot. Movement favored increased oxygen retention rather than strength. Splashed in the second partition from the left and left after seven rotations, entering the heated seating of the carving closest to the door handle. 

Look deep enough to bump your head into it, grimacing as you pull away with the definition of your previously unanswerable thought. Running in place to feel the lungs work, feet dig into the asphalt. Split toe on the skate to the other end of the street, the opening and closing of an ever-increasingly-red crevice. Black tar mottles the skin and discolors the blood, sticking to the floor with thick tongues. Continued negation while erring on the decision of servitude of desire. Supplanted without question and dissolved with the motion. [Shair]ing while tent breathes, whole regions of land exhausted. 

Kicked again, punched weakly then purposefully near the throat, adjusted for the compression of the leg, hung under the branch with two tense arms and gripped hands and shoes, collapsed into the dusted-fine dirt, impossible to not hear. Electrical tower on top of the silent drink, dragging the dark near it, peppered bright slits above and ahead. Understated overestimate compared to the definite. 

Fastenings and metal pipes shaved off from within the interior as crystalized spectrums of wet light fall from the shower head. I see half of my own face in the curved reflection of the shower pipe, the main shaft of the shower and its head tied to a wooden post with other metal. This post inherited the woodchipped ground beneath it, alongside a radial mauve-green plant puzzle and the trunk of a shaved palm. Water fell onto both feet, and both the concrete as well as the woodchips. Muscled cords of calf and foot curl with contraction and extension until submission. Heavier poisoning than usual, searing heat in the warm box. light burst tapped sounds eyes compressing vision into that of the mind 

Levels recorded high, then diving to less, arriving at some, then once more returning to more. Stringed together like a line on top of connecting boats, side-to-side in a queue for exiting the dock. Salted water and air soaked into the lining of the eyes and creases of the mouth, upturned and slammed shut. Gnawed to bite once more, happily and greedily before thumb-in-clay depression, a malleable dough.

Popped and sunken into, sank until the ankles became submerged and the particles completely suffocated themselves. Leaned back onto the dry cold that flakes off on contact, losing and regaining its position in the greater whole yet one more time. No no, well yes but just not no, only of course to however it can. Objective placed atop a greater shelf than the one currently eye-level, and by quite a significant amount. 

Shouldn’t make any sense, sensible though it may seem. Never accused of any sense at all, the air and atmosphere smelling pleasurable. Bass thronged a struck string into the body of air and rippled the floorboards with the shallow waves. Melt right back into the machine until it fits just as before. Loosening the grip on the tree above the water, eager to. Can’t seem to think much about the tree or the water, only the space in between the two, free and unoccupied save for possibility of acquisition. 

Purring roar of time moving 

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Pre-fired chunks of cinder sit on the door