IV. Centuries
Demotion, then, in the sense
of taking down a notch. It is still
a movement, this displacement. A demolition
in accord. But how is no such thing now.
Steeds pull the chasers as if reflecting
brake lights. Tumble down within the weed.
On the eleventh day the levellers were them-
selves blinded. A double hutch. Some
of the knowing ledgers will be abbreviated
as absolute acknowledgments.
Arc lights inflict the dark so that
the infection appears to inoculate itself.
To chew upon it happens that.
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