Seven Pieces by Nico Vassilakis
SEQUEL
With gunpowder wrapped so tight, the blooms possible further away. The projects inked toward the future. Know that. Know it is a deviation, a means by which we lose focus. I recognize it in you, I see you losing focus. It has something to do with the machine youre using. Also the way paper is piled along the riverbank. The yellow is a dream. The callus is hard enough to protect the very heart. The drain is here. I am its editor and publicist. How it looks in front is how it looks behind. They never tell you that. A cover panel rejuvenates the front. I love you dear, the pointy cherished disk of tears. The sight-seeking missile claims the eyes. Little memos and a holder of mysteries. Keep your ego straight. Assault no one with your clothing, with your gadgets, your hallowed notions, your book shelves. It means nothing, but your neighbor.
THE RHYMES OF VELLUM 1A
1 boy or girl, Vellum, blows 1 few p1pers in the wind It 1nswers noise Hopping, hopped. T1pping, t1pped Swim sweet twins swing twig Think of losing, serendipity or the wings of 1 sentence He will get them, but not tell you where they were I like to drink through my brother's center 1 finger's rose begins 1 sh1dow grows down the sidew1lk Cl1pping, cl1pped It helps to rip this box open Sound h1rbor, sound hole Blind rose is 1 very sh1pe friend I w1nt 1 shirt to visit my sl1cks Moon noose soon loose 1 good look 1t the cookbook - lots of o's - ghost ep1ulets on the shoulders of 1 p1r1gr1ph Dishes mixes, buses guesses I sit down to work; I dr1w with my right h1nd The response s1dly is never Living 1s wide 1s it gets Think sift You could f1ult the long moth, the dog lost in soft fog, but it's the song's cost, its crust I got frogs in my thro1t, 1 forehe1d thro1t Boris s1id, "Your thro1t's red." Timothy hums 1 n1il into the wood I run uphill swimming The test isn't over The floor's h1rd The new girl 1t school C1n you look 1t 1 book without getting c1ught on 1 line? Like r1dio, writing is 1 bro1dc1st They found people in the m1ilbox 1 huge gem in 1 c1ge Sus1n flips b1ck to the gloss1ry Only 1 cert1in type of f1stener The letter "R" in e1ch corner of 1 p1ge Unexpectedly the middle is empty Next, write your best trick Most b1njo Odd pretty piece 1sleep 1 drum whisking disc1rd into cre1m In this w1y we r1ise our pigs on fire & Kenny is 1lw1ys six y1rds old The donkey s1id, "Enough." The donkey s1id, English. D1rk thoughts wont cure light sickness The l1dder moved slightly throws the world in dis1rr1y The te1chers 1 bird 1nd flies out the window They h1d found their clown center 1rt will s1y, "I like to pitch. Wh1t is your n1me?" 1rt will s1y, "Hi, I'm 1rt. I like to pitch. Wh1t's your n1me?" Slowly tow1rd 1 l1rge bird P1per h1ts, c1ts 1 lot of noise comes to visit Long thin w1ter in 1 line of people I c1lled you once tod1y to s1y geese m1ke 1 vill1ge of gold & both of my little friends like to sing. Their secret voices 1re be1utiful Spr1y Spr1y Spr1y
THE SPIRAL STARES 2E
Sl22p sir2n, spiral starist Clouds as I kn2w writings a strang2n2ss Waking in two wat2rs, b2ing you b2ing both Liquid, is to v2rb, is motion, sp2nds days staring Sil2nc2 up th2 spin2 & into th2 brain Th2r2 is th2 sun its2lf 2qual to z2ro, I find hair 2v2rywh2r2 2nd2avor of light, lights 2nd2avor S2nt, th2 first s2ns2 organ is h2r2 Unwritt2n To l2ap is an outcom2 of sitting On2 thought glu2d to anoth2r, a daisy chain2d Simon, th2 most famous of th2 pillar h2rmits A mom2nt, but mor2 lik2 moving, mov2d, mauv2 Languag2 is touching, is a skinny transcrib2r Fast2n2d by string, t2l2pathy swings in th2 throat Th2s2 unr2strain2d hors2s Light b2tw22n us mak2s a solid wh2r2 b2for2 th2r2 was non2 Th2r2 is dang2r in th2 fr2qu2nci2s, th2 whit2st of nois2 Staring, blinking, sl22ping, cats caught in mid air Th2 p2lting of clouds 2qual to th2 2y2s in a purpl2 crush Th2 passag2 is a boat of monk2y, a mountain of foam Swirls in th2 folds of a smoth2r2d point In th2 c2nt2r wh2r2 to turn y2llow is to b2 dig2st2d Th2 skys op2ning To graz2 on should2rs so n2ar th2 h2ad Up to th2 last minut2...th2r2 will b2 a gr2at worship of animals Sp2ak sw2ll, sp2aks w2ll, p2aks w2ll, sw2ll sp2aks, p2ak sp22ch From 2v2rything rippl2s outward Th2 anticipation of th2 n2xt Languag2 at a standstill in flux Grows toward th2 sun Particl2s accumulat2 in this bag ar2 what matt2r D2ar low2r lip, darling warm landing 2nough will satisfy to bart2r Th2 b2an snug airl2ss, th2 b2an disrobing, 2xploding
THE UNSAID FRACTURE 3I
Several stat3ons above Pat3ent, smartly culled st3cks No other belt holds up the pants of the m3nd so well A p3nched nerve 3n the metacarpals, d3scolorat3on, adhes3ve breakdown, these are h3stor3cally accurate Does an 3dea unfold log3cally on paper only? We are the progress you th3nk about An echo can repeat repeats, reggae repeats, the cracked nut of speak3ng repeats No one outruns corrupt3on unscathed The ampl3f3ed yellow off3ce or a caffe3ne luncheonette Space 3nvolves dec3s3ons The song comes off the wall 3n sheets The sheets come off the wall 3n song Expectat3ons destroy currency between fr3ends You have a cred3b3l3ty problem Ungloved upon a full stretch of l3ghtn3ng 3t takes days to get from one to the next 3n a short t3me the odometer reads s3x d3g3ts D3str3butes resources equally throughout the house There are ways of smooth3ng fabr3c l3ke 3ts 3mportant to grapple w3th l3ght at 3ts fullest Acronyms spoken at an 3ncred3ble rate The commun3ty The v3s3on p3vot of 3ts part3c3pants Fluctuat3ons 3nherent 3n any current and percuss3ve 3ntu3t3ons 3n trees f3lled w3th b3rds Beauty can be crotchety or fodder for the founta3n beh3nd your eyes What 3s 3s thelon3us as empty speaks fuller than clutter and louder than s3tt3ng there unattended l3ke so much theory above the head The po3nt at wh3ch all concentrat3ons aroused Th3s s3tuat3on 3s clearly not for everyone 3f you are dumb, you are dumb completely We pursue ovals Two 3tems const3tute a category a) an ell3pse above the fulcrum b) cats 3n the grass stalk3ng our hats atop vert3cal p3les. We paddle 3nto morn3ng. Mouths jabber3ng. C3garettes po3nt3ng. The brown of a stem The serpent made to conform, stra3ghtens, conf3rms the d3stance between two po3nts 3s stra3ghter L3ps stretch3ng, l3ght pour3ng 3n and at n3ght sal3va 3s at a m3n3mum There are freaks 3n the crowd we love and we love the crowd w3th freaks 3n 3t Certa3n structures are v3able or v3s3ble or have v3scos3ty We conjure noth3ng empt3ness hasnt g3ven Scatterat3on or we arr3ve synchronously Meander3ng for one sentence to emerge, we play all sorts of 3nstruments Subtlety assembles 3ts own boundary or can be subst3tute by any other secret3ng host The colony 3s underl3ned Attent3on, a length of t3me and repet3t3on promotes the 3dea that 3ts occurr3ng naturally 3 walk through a ne3ghborhood, 3 see 3ts facets and a commun3ty somet3mes congeals
PORTO #2 4O
Dimples were a secret.
4f all the places y4u keep in y4ur mind. A sheet 4f paper, the pleasurable parts 4f wandering, a j4cular French curve. Rain returns and is a massive fact4r. Y4nder, they said. Buses c4nverge at a central l4cale. M4re c4nvenience than anything. Perhaps birth is like entering a m4vie and taking an assigned seat. The n4ti4n unf4lds bef4re y4ur eyes. Water is c4mplete, a hub. Relati4nships 4ccur and disperse in an instant. N4thing, but an ampersand. The rivulets c4nverge at a central l4cale. The undiscl4sed parts h4ld n4 pertinent inf4rmati4n. C4mic strips c4ver the fishs eye. What a l4ng pr4cess. Brushing sand 4ff y4ur sh4es at the entrance t4 the h4use. Such a design we had never seen. It was menti4ned, hand painted fr4m a rem4te village. That way up int4 the hills. And by n4w the billb4ard read an4ther quiet sl4gan. Nirvana, like its never smelled bef4re. The narr4w stairs leading int4 a funnel 4f darkness.
PORTO #1 5U
The flares visible neighborhoods away I see yo5 losing foc5s It has something to do with the machine yo5re 5sing The liars are finding themselves wingless in these ab5ndant winds People take off, everywhere, to brilliant places, too bright to even look 5pon The folded loose leafed sheets whizzing past yo5r ears Magnets of deceit I am its leader, terrible fins of delinq5ent fish Bodies tremble with disease They live and think. They listen and learn. They s5ppress They desire to acq5ire station The best rinds of my generational orange grove I have seen the worst defa5lt Awry All the kin's da5ghters, the paper tablet too is perforated An easily discarded sheet As they speak of weather it reverberates Their infraction overlooked An important 5nwinding slowly at first, then s5ch a rapid pace yo5r eyes wiggle with the oxygen of the grandiose That is, s5dden acceleration and its peripheral items Posters q5ickly possess the city An obsessive gaze creeps o5t the kids Diligently st5dies the information on the poles It is not a bookish thing, there is no pagination or foxing or dent or sc5ffmarks An aftertho5ght, library science considers it a secret No one cares any more They are so small it hardly effects yo5 An itch, an ache, a momentary pang The fl5idity of an oblivion A generation or two ago they were considered real bea5ties Ill5minated by 5nderwater s5lf5r pores Typically yellow Thriving on being inappropriate Immersed in something past pitch dark.
THE SECRET DIMENSION OF BOX TIME
S5pr2m2ly fl3ght 1ddl2d Cl45ds b1l1nc2 d3st1nc2 Fr4m th2 l2dg2 1 cr21my fl1tn2ss 1nd 1t 3ts c2nt2r 1 d1rkn2ss n4th3ng c1n q53t2 r2v3v2 Th2 p4ck2t c1rr32s 1 tr1ns3st4r 1nd 3n th2 m4rn3ng th2 d2w w1k2ns thr45gh45t th2 c3ty Th2 sc1ff4ld 4f 1 d1m1g2d 2y2l3d Sp21k. Sp21k n4w L2t 1n3m1ls w1lk 45t y45r m45th. 2n45gh gr1v3ty pr4m4t2s f1ll3ng Th2 r2c2nt 4bsc5r3ng 4f cl1r3ty. C5r345s d3m2ns34ns. Wh3sp2r3ng st13rw2lls 5nd2r 4n2 c4nd3t34n. Th1t 3 d2p2nd 4n y45 Sw3rl3ng c5sh34n. 2l2ctr3c p3ll4w d2v31t3ng fr4m d4z2ns 4f 5nh1ndl2d p1rc2ls 1 c1stl2 h4v2rs. R2m4v2s 1ny 45t2r l1y2r M4r2 3nd2nt1t34ns 1ccr52. Y45r 2y2br4w 3s 4n2. 2xc2pt34ns 1l4ng th2 3nt2rst1t2 4v2rh21d. 1 r1y m1d2 t4 c4nv3nc2 th2 g22s2 W1x str5ct5r2s P2rm3ss34n f4r n2w p2rs3mm4ns t4 s3ng 2l1t2. F4l31g2 sl5rp3ng. B2c4m2s 2nt1ngl2d w3th 1n 4xyg2n b1ll T2nt1cl2s m4r2 2l1b4r1t2 1 n5b 4f p2nc3l d3sc1rd2d. 1 sh5ffl2d d2ck 4f c1rds 5nd2r 1n 1wn3ng my 1rm r5ns th2 l2ngth 4f y45r sh45ld2rs. 21rly l3n2 dr1w3ngs Sw22t 1pp2nd1g2 t1lks, sw3ngs 1w1y. 4r r44ts m1yb2 1n 4rch1rd 4f p5ck2r3ng l3ps. 4r b3rds r44st 3n h13r Th2 n2ck. Th2 1ngl2. Th2 gr21t d3sp4s3t34n D4wn th2 h1llw1y 3s 4n2 m2m4ry Thr22 p3ts 3n 1 c5p. H3d3ng 3n th2 gl4v2. My h1t l21v2s m2. R1c3ng t4w1rd l3ght S41k3ng 3n 1n 3nt2rs2ct34n. 1n 3nsp2ct34n r2v21ls c1k2 m2lt3ng 4ff th2 h2lm2t 1 d3str1ct34n w4rth r2p21t3ng 2r1s2rs 4f v1ry3ng s3z2s Fr4m th2 5pp2r tr31ngl2. Sp3n b1ck. R21ch d4wn 1nd 1ppr4pr31t2 1 c1sc1d2 4f fl53d.
Nico Vassilakis
With gunpowder wrapped so tight, the blooms possible further away. The projects inked toward the future. Know that. Know it is a deviation, a means by which we lose focus. I recognize it in you, I see you losing focus. It has something to do with the machine youre using. Also the way paper is piled along the riverbank. The yellow is a dream. The callus is hard enough to protect the very heart. The drain is here. I am its editor and publicist. How it looks in front is how it looks behind. They never tell you that. A cover panel rejuvenates the front. I love you dear, the pointy cherished disk of tears. The sight-seeking missile claims the eyes. Little memos and a holder of mysteries. Keep your ego straight. Assault no one with your clothing, with your gadgets, your hallowed notions, your book shelves. It means nothing, but your neighbor.
THE RHYMES OF VELLUM 1A
1 boy or girl, Vellum, blows 1 few p1pers in the wind It 1nswers noise Hopping, hopped. T1pping, t1pped Swim sweet twins swing twig Think of losing, serendipity or the wings of 1 sentence He will get them, but not tell you where they were I like to drink through my brother's center 1 finger's rose begins 1 sh1dow grows down the sidew1lk Cl1pping, cl1pped It helps to rip this box open Sound h1rbor, sound hole Blind rose is 1 very sh1pe friend I w1nt 1 shirt to visit my sl1cks Moon noose soon loose 1 good look 1t the cookbook - lots of o's - ghost ep1ulets on the shoulders of 1 p1r1gr1ph Dishes mixes, buses guesses I sit down to work; I dr1w with my right h1nd The response s1dly is never Living 1s wide 1s it gets Think sift You could f1ult the long moth, the dog lost in soft fog, but it's the song's cost, its crust I got frogs in my thro1t, 1 forehe1d thro1t Boris s1id, "Your thro1t's red." Timothy hums 1 n1il into the wood I run uphill swimming The test isn't over The floor's h1rd The new girl 1t school C1n you look 1t 1 book without getting c1ught on 1 line? Like r1dio, writing is 1 bro1dc1st They found people in the m1ilbox 1 huge gem in 1 c1ge Sus1n flips b1ck to the gloss1ry Only 1 cert1in type of f1stener The letter "R" in e1ch corner of 1 p1ge Unexpectedly the middle is empty Next, write your best trick Most b1njo Odd pretty piece 1sleep 1 drum whisking disc1rd into cre1m In this w1y we r1ise our pigs on fire & Kenny is 1lw1ys six y1rds old The donkey s1id, "Enough." The donkey s1id, English. D1rk thoughts wont cure light sickness The l1dder moved slightly throws the world in dis1rr1y The te1chers 1 bird 1nd flies out the window They h1d found their clown center 1rt will s1y, "I like to pitch. Wh1t is your n1me?" 1rt will s1y, "Hi, I'm 1rt. I like to pitch. Wh1t's your n1me?" Slowly tow1rd 1 l1rge bird P1per h1ts, c1ts 1 lot of noise comes to visit Long thin w1ter in 1 line of people I c1lled you once tod1y to s1y geese m1ke 1 vill1ge of gold & both of my little friends like to sing. Their secret voices 1re be1utiful Spr1y Spr1y Spr1y
THE SPIRAL STARES 2E
Sl22p sir2n, spiral starist Clouds as I kn2w writings a strang2n2ss Waking in two wat2rs, b2ing you b2ing both Liquid, is to v2rb, is motion, sp2nds days staring Sil2nc2 up th2 spin2 & into th2 brain Th2r2 is th2 sun its2lf 2qual to z2ro, I find hair 2v2rywh2r2 2nd2avor of light, lights 2nd2avor S2nt, th2 first s2ns2 organ is h2r2 Unwritt2n To l2ap is an outcom2 of sitting On2 thought glu2d to anoth2r, a daisy chain2d Simon, th2 most famous of th2 pillar h2rmits A mom2nt, but mor2 lik2 moving, mov2d, mauv2 Languag2 is touching, is a skinny transcrib2r Fast2n2d by string, t2l2pathy swings in th2 throat Th2s2 unr2strain2d hors2s Light b2tw22n us mak2s a solid wh2r2 b2for2 th2r2 was non2 Th2r2 is dang2r in th2 fr2qu2nci2s, th2 whit2st of nois2 Staring, blinking, sl22ping, cats caught in mid air Th2 p2lting of clouds 2qual to th2 2y2s in a purpl2 crush Th2 passag2 is a boat of monk2y, a mountain of foam Swirls in th2 folds of a smoth2r2d point In th2 c2nt2r wh2r2 to turn y2llow is to b2 dig2st2d Th2 skys op2ning To graz2 on should2rs so n2ar th2 h2ad Up to th2 last minut2...th2r2 will b2 a gr2at worship of animals Sp2ak sw2ll, sp2aks w2ll, p2aks w2ll, sw2ll sp2aks, p2ak sp22ch From 2v2rything rippl2s outward Th2 anticipation of th2 n2xt Languag2 at a standstill in flux Grows toward th2 sun Particl2s accumulat2 in this bag ar2 what matt2r D2ar low2r lip, darling warm landing 2nough will satisfy to bart2r Th2 b2an snug airl2ss, th2 b2an disrobing, 2xploding
THE UNSAID FRACTURE 3I
Several stat3ons above Pat3ent, smartly culled st3cks No other belt holds up the pants of the m3nd so well A p3nched nerve 3n the metacarpals, d3scolorat3on, adhes3ve breakdown, these are h3stor3cally accurate Does an 3dea unfold log3cally on paper only? We are the progress you th3nk about An echo can repeat repeats, reggae repeats, the cracked nut of speak3ng repeats No one outruns corrupt3on unscathed The ampl3f3ed yellow off3ce or a caffe3ne luncheonette Space 3nvolves dec3s3ons The song comes off the wall 3n sheets The sheets come off the wall 3n song Expectat3ons destroy currency between fr3ends You have a cred3b3l3ty problem Ungloved upon a full stretch of l3ghtn3ng 3t takes days to get from one to the next 3n a short t3me the odometer reads s3x d3g3ts D3str3butes resources equally throughout the house There are ways of smooth3ng fabr3c l3ke 3ts 3mportant to grapple w3th l3ght at 3ts fullest Acronyms spoken at an 3ncred3ble rate The commun3ty The v3s3on p3vot of 3ts part3c3pants Fluctuat3ons 3nherent 3n any current and percuss3ve 3ntu3t3ons 3n trees f3lled w3th b3rds Beauty can be crotchety or fodder for the founta3n beh3nd your eyes What 3s 3s thelon3us as empty speaks fuller than clutter and louder than s3tt3ng there unattended l3ke so much theory above the head The po3nt at wh3ch all concentrat3ons aroused Th3s s3tuat3on 3s clearly not for everyone 3f you are dumb, you are dumb completely We pursue ovals Two 3tems const3tute a category a) an ell3pse above the fulcrum b) cats 3n the grass stalk3ng our hats atop vert3cal p3les. We paddle 3nto morn3ng. Mouths jabber3ng. C3garettes po3nt3ng. The brown of a stem The serpent made to conform, stra3ghtens, conf3rms the d3stance between two po3nts 3s stra3ghter L3ps stretch3ng, l3ght pour3ng 3n and at n3ght sal3va 3s at a m3n3mum There are freaks 3n the crowd we love and we love the crowd w3th freaks 3n 3t Certa3n structures are v3able or v3s3ble or have v3scos3ty We conjure noth3ng empt3ness hasnt g3ven Scatterat3on or we arr3ve synchronously Meander3ng for one sentence to emerge, we play all sorts of 3nstruments Subtlety assembles 3ts own boundary or can be subst3tute by any other secret3ng host The colony 3s underl3ned Attent3on, a length of t3me and repet3t3on promotes the 3dea that 3ts occurr3ng naturally 3 walk through a ne3ghborhood, 3 see 3ts facets and a commun3ty somet3mes congeals
PORTO #2 4O
Dimples were a secret.
4f all the places y4u keep in y4ur mind. A sheet 4f paper, the pleasurable parts 4f wandering, a j4cular French curve. Rain returns and is a massive fact4r. Y4nder, they said. Buses c4nverge at a central l4cale. M4re c4nvenience than anything. Perhaps birth is like entering a m4vie and taking an assigned seat. The n4ti4n unf4lds bef4re y4ur eyes. Water is c4mplete, a hub. Relati4nships 4ccur and disperse in an instant. N4thing, but an ampersand. The rivulets c4nverge at a central l4cale. The undiscl4sed parts h4ld n4 pertinent inf4rmati4n. C4mic strips c4ver the fishs eye. What a l4ng pr4cess. Brushing sand 4ff y4ur sh4es at the entrance t4 the h4use. Such a design we had never seen. It was menti4ned, hand painted fr4m a rem4te village. That way up int4 the hills. And by n4w the billb4ard read an4ther quiet sl4gan. Nirvana, like its never smelled bef4re. The narr4w stairs leading int4 a funnel 4f darkness.
PORTO #1 5U
The flares visible neighborhoods away I see yo5 losing foc5s It has something to do with the machine yo5re 5sing The liars are finding themselves wingless in these ab5ndant winds People take off, everywhere, to brilliant places, too bright to even look 5pon The folded loose leafed sheets whizzing past yo5r ears Magnets of deceit I am its leader, terrible fins of delinq5ent fish Bodies tremble with disease They live and think. They listen and learn. They s5ppress They desire to acq5ire station The best rinds of my generational orange grove I have seen the worst defa5lt Awry All the kin's da5ghters, the paper tablet too is perforated An easily discarded sheet As they speak of weather it reverberates Their infraction overlooked An important 5nwinding slowly at first, then s5ch a rapid pace yo5r eyes wiggle with the oxygen of the grandiose That is, s5dden acceleration and its peripheral items Posters q5ickly possess the city An obsessive gaze creeps o5t the kids Diligently st5dies the information on the poles It is not a bookish thing, there is no pagination or foxing or dent or sc5ffmarks An aftertho5ght, library science considers it a secret No one cares any more They are so small it hardly effects yo5 An itch, an ache, a momentary pang The fl5idity of an oblivion A generation or two ago they were considered real bea5ties Ill5minated by 5nderwater s5lf5r pores Typically yellow Thriving on being inappropriate Immersed in something past pitch dark.
THE SECRET DIMENSION OF BOX TIME
S5pr2m2ly fl3ght 1ddl2d Cl45ds b1l1nc2 d3st1nc2 Fr4m th2 l2dg2 1 cr21my fl1tn2ss 1nd 1t 3ts c2nt2r 1 d1rkn2ss n4th3ng c1n q53t2 r2v3v2 Th2 p4ck2t c1rr32s 1 tr1ns3st4r 1nd 3n th2 m4rn3ng th2 d2w w1k2ns thr45gh45t th2 c3ty Th2 sc1ff4ld 4f 1 d1m1g2d 2y2l3d Sp21k. Sp21k n4w L2t 1n3m1ls w1lk 45t y45r m45th. 2n45gh gr1v3ty pr4m4t2s f1ll3ng Th2 r2c2nt 4bsc5r3ng 4f cl1r3ty. C5r345s d3m2ns34ns. Wh3sp2r3ng st13rw2lls 5nd2r 4n2 c4nd3t34n. Th1t 3 d2p2nd 4n y45 Sw3rl3ng c5sh34n. 2l2ctr3c p3ll4w d2v31t3ng fr4m d4z2ns 4f 5nh1ndl2d p1rc2ls 1 c1stl2 h4v2rs. R2m4v2s 1ny 45t2r l1y2r M4r2 3nd2nt1t34ns 1ccr52. Y45r 2y2br4w 3s 4n2. 2xc2pt34ns 1l4ng th2 3nt2rst1t2 4v2rh21d. 1 r1y m1d2 t4 c4nv3nc2 th2 g22s2 W1x str5ct5r2s P2rm3ss34n f4r n2w p2rs3mm4ns t4 s3ng 2l1t2. F4l31g2 sl5rp3ng. B2c4m2s 2nt1ngl2d w3th 1n 4xyg2n b1ll T2nt1cl2s m4r2 2l1b4r1t2 1 n5b 4f p2nc3l d3sc1rd2d. 1 sh5ffl2d d2ck 4f c1rds 5nd2r 1n 1wn3ng my 1rm r5ns th2 l2ngth 4f y45r sh45ld2rs. 21rly l3n2 dr1w3ngs Sw22t 1pp2nd1g2 t1lks, sw3ngs 1w1y. 4r r44ts m1yb2 1n 4rch1rd 4f p5ck2r3ng l3ps. 4r b3rds r44st 3n h13r Th2 n2ck. Th2 1ngl2. Th2 gr21t d3sp4s3t34n D4wn th2 h1llw1y 3s 4n2 m2m4ry Thr22 p3ts 3n 1 c5p. H3d3ng 3n th2 gl4v2. My h1t l21v2s m2. R1c3ng t4w1rd l3ght S41k3ng 3n 1n 3nt2rs2ct34n. 1n 3nsp2ct34n r2v21ls c1k2 m2lt3ng 4ff th2 h2lm2t 1 d3str1ct34n w4rth r2p21t3ng 2r1s2rs 4f v1ry3ng s3z2s Fr4m th2 5pp2r tr31ngl2. Sp3n b1ck. R21ch d4wn 1nd 1ppr4pr31t2 1 c1sc1d2 4f fl53d.
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