The hunted coincidence between dream and event, hence the field
Where any humming/bird hovers like a helicopter before a ceaseless flight from Canada to Mexico and
When you arrive at the canyon, the innocent cannon to the remote candor of a broken camera/man, a local porch develops, the homies are on it smoking and watching the birds scale buildings
Their eyes quoting:
I swear I think there is nothing but immortality!
That the exquisite scheme is for it, and the nebulous floating,
for it, and the cohering is of it;
And all preparation is for it! and identity is for it! and life
and materials are altogether for it!
