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LA | NY A Special Edition of The East Village
Before we knew about the law we were obeying it, breaking still sounds from silence then threading them down dark strings. We pulled our thoughts off handles, bridging them simply, fitting them to form, distancing all opposite ideals to unlikely corners, uncommoning. The cause, of course, is this: we wish to say in an entirely new way what has already been said before. Now our sharp shard shapes sheer sure the shell sound stings the inner eye perhaps more clearly than one might think: may this stillness ring! * Sound sounds still stillness, the silence we were before, breaking to say bridging, obeying then fitting off-dark thoughts to new shapes perhaps more unlikely than one might think. May this course sure the distancing our inner eye already corners, clearly threading the sheer shell from form-ideals, uncommoning the sharp handles our said strings pulled? It has been -- this cause is all about what we wish of stings we knew before them: we ring them in, shard them simply to law, now, an entirely opposite way down.
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