there

a moment(um) of progress(ion). (um, ion?). a vinyl recording about the rings of Saturn LPs itself beneath my car's soles; my soul sings beneath my own feet. cold surfaces and breaches itself portly. through the wet bowels of the city i aim and accelerate.

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i tutored today. your knowledge and your disease-free blood and your bank accounts are all limitless blessings. these orbitals are far from nebulous sanctimony and so much closer to sturdy fact. shooting skyward begins at the earth.