One: I am moving fools. Look out. I am moving the sea. [long pause] Everything we owned was crowded. [long pause]
Two: Weapons of fields. [long pause] One: An unchanging cosmos. [long pause] Should be sleeping full volume, hunger nostalgic; each line noodles. Two: Such a total system. One: Nature acquainted with. Two: To own a face, an illustration of the natural, the science of the drama, the ground intuitive, science ongoing history. History is the ground; the big old serious. One: The idyll is dishonest. Two: An edition of the ground… [long pause] One: The sneer of the pitilessly invested fixed by no desire; and now we have thought, smiling from a type canned in icy hope. I am moving that man we pass on the ground. Two: Remember arriving. One: Remember the last light. Two: Certain balance. One: To taunt to be broken. Two: To be sleeping. One: Grow up to analysis. Two: Moving in a definition, riddled with stuff we should have spent.
