When substances themselves

When substances themselves recede so far from light, through time or drowning depth, themselves they become darkness. Movement, consequences, the pulse of life, the furtive eyelashed looks of disbelief, of forethought, the absence of breath and loss of resistance, the smoothness, the collection of mistaken objects born of each second who would swirl in blinding pandemonium, the physical pretence, the blood, the spittle, the end, the distinction that anything is separate, a beginning never will begin in the ink that renders all in the body of itself, of the geologic darkness where you had passed through the night.

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