Ships make sense on a glass surface. December thirty-second. Pantheism and other forms of loneliness.

Abstract

SHIPS MAKE SENSE ON A GLASS SURFACE

The assassins of eternity will have to work harder
love is full of meaning outside the universe
Ad infinitum is time
imposed by the higher classes of wisdom: two thousand years ago
after two thousand

The steep sound of the song rushes to the ground
like a drowning man in the air