one eternity to another
a message from somewhere, and somewhere sounding the truth a mask muffling the sounds harmonics proclaimed from loudspeakers mounted on the tallest masts in the mist, disembodied sounds, the atmosphere's subtle movements masses of clouds and the distinct smell of musk, the warm air within must muffling the sounds, as if chimes murmured the world's bleak end the most of nothing as comparisons were fruitless, the soundings the sonde reflecting invisibility, nothing without reception the sound awaiting its turn on the turning vagaries of winds and clouds sending and transporting waves, cargoes of particles, unmarked memories in the sand, everything, inscribed from one eternity to another they would have replied, sync among worlds, forming worldings sync sent, the upheaval of universal space universal spaces struggled, mumbling, unheard, and sank the sink absorbing what had come before, nothing had come before nothing was sunk, nothing mumbled, nothing had come before (the synod a bond among them so fond of thinking, nothing ever unthought, unthinking of nothing harbors and ponds, the tallest masts by the shores of endless seas sod and barriers, no one presencing, expecting, no denouement (the son, or sons, sold the song, one might, upon reading these words _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
