Past semiotics, foreplaces grow into one
Impetuous/Moody/Infuriating/Reassuring... great person/great event
An interval, swoops, circumlocution, and a certain number of beats, softens the love between us..
As for how you can look both ways in a subconscious and see the yoke of Orpheus, who was willing to throw it all away for certainty, learning to disenact such thrashing, to replace description with simulation, to become the throwing and tell no one of it as it fixes him midair in a rare chorus of unhinged names
And to avoid the false places imposed upon him by language he makes background music to soothe the angst of a disaffected generation of white American intellectuals. Not on purpose, but to expose the false places imposed upon him by language. Even them. Especially them.
Damballah becomes Engels becomes Orfeu becomes the curve of a so-what shoulder puppeting concern for the looking-over. Yours. A retributive thesaurus calls to certain mystics with the same shame/clone/doubleness/accumulation, of an unforgiven plethora of spinning songs that forges infinity from nothingness
Right thing/New thing/The unthinkable is something ordinary like believing in people until they come true
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Ultimately there is no country. You make your places into the sound of calling for me on the great-getting-up-morning
New thing/New thing/ New Thing/Nothing isn't you
