Depth of severance, timely you say. A peed-on head & advances in grief, timely too, a back-roiling, cosmic duet. When you arrive, eh, the bel canto barbarian looks strong, you say, but only when bound within many kinds of throw-off, I say, kiss me, neither man nor apparatus de-evolved beneath the nerve as those shallow, timely

recursive cells are no more than if I position the fair day of hole B above the entrance to hole A, and drop in this sleetball. Our swankiness falls through A, comes out B where it then drops into A again, and continues, swallowing you faster as it falls forever. Still, a big gulp.

If the losers in A can't draw this around themselves, and strike you as hedging, so conserved, rather, then untie them and have at physical "third" equivalences depending on a bright "Cantor diagonalization" which is the really pretty sleet in the bubblewrap described by areal Cartesian x-y-zs. Here. Try reimaging (imagining?) an exited light bent around us even now, the unilluminable and more: there are no counterparts, except the mix of tidal stoppers and stopper moons at the fringe in black, an organic hedge, toeprints and months.