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early in the morning an elemental cold,resonating somehow in the bones

those remnants of trees in weakbodied cognescent animals,travelling thru

wintery lanes,an unbelievable cold attached itself on these weak skins,not

any longer apparently adjusted to cold so intense and ripping on the folds

and palates,temples and templates of facial mass and vegetal besotted

dreams,this cold temporarily catatonizing soul endeavours and harsh metal

when hold in an elevator,also surprisingly archaically polar,threatening to

freeze fingers and what had to be one of the mundanest of things,sudden

threat of disorder,disorderly cold europe,mirroring or unequally contrasting

with northern america,the cold of death and anciennity,glacial shifting and

unpersonal windshear,plains with exposed stretches of grass,relentlessly

laid open to the planetary frostpossibilities,the unemotional syrupt hatred of

natures' cathedral,just out of a cyclicity of contingency and erratic haunting

moods as they also dwell outside of the antropocene,the rage of ants,the

subsoil wars of plants,pheromonous density of desertnights,absence of

sun and the chilling visus of the snowmoon,particularizing sleep of the hordes

into corpuscules of night,audible silence and visible blackness,the probing

scent of salt from an inlet nearby,answering the tides,the surf,solitudinous

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