NIGHT SKY in a number that makes naming unmanageable moving away from and more from each other infinitely as though a hornet's nest had been set on fire and the burning swarm flew with bright stings forward an attack burning up as it attacked the stars tell of an instant and an eternity to be received in the spirit it was given: fierce burn innocent of the need to know its end caught up in and made of the one word it knows again again again again again
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