If we can see it with our myopia it lives. Ah, familiar! Though scorned, low life, brutalized. .. it survives because we rub hide against hide, hide against scales. Snake gives what we need: lower. Pig gives what we need: commingling in appetite, solidarity. Blood and meat.

From another planet elephant dropped, one where farsightedness lived. “What if this existed for pure elephantness?” it’s creator said.

“If we didn’t barely survive with you in the trenches, enough to give tribute with Year Of, you’re not going to exist,” the myopic respond, but not really in words, anxiety isn’t a language.

Scrapping, carving, smoothing, industriousness. “Wearenotsmall Wearenotsmall Wearenotsmall.”

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Thankfully there will likely remain a blueprint of this world, ungrasped.