Contour Calculus of Barbed Wire

Contour Calculus of Barbed Wire

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She did not talk about much save something from the movies for a half hour as if she could not see me following her moves aimed toward me... Some things are too bright to see clearly such as the full moon. But if the slow were not good lovers, wiser than their script of lives in the art of it, would the species still be here if our IQ's could not fall fifty points beneath the sheets? Hey, you who long for the meat market and forget its frustrations and wounds and false promises, and you who dwell in the ant farm and seek fish plenty in the sea follow the water like sheep and cattle and you horse thieves of our Cadillac Escalades it is only metal gleaned by this era of organized bacteria for mineral rights for those to come in veins of iron and rusty auto part yards.

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Of course there are no fences really yet there are locations, places- and if we can only see two sides and a half by our eyes and brains bilateral and symmetric- or can see but one of the multiplicity of three dimensions at a time- then the next step is to see dimensions eleven and beyond, aware of them, moving freely through them at least in our mind's eye.

Yet, something there somewhere at its maximum motion so it seems still, is still a motion. I see space between these places and levels of dimension, these bar triangles over the free range of the light cone of peak dots. I can touch her at a distance. I can feel the almost metallic shape of my bones as if the whole world of tangible things is felt as if an x-ray eyes- a solid world hidden somewhere between the hot dust and stones and cacti and the ghosts and memories in the granite mountains and on the call we echo to the free wolves and coyotes that we were once free and then they branded us as if they the Gods and gravity itself rather than those who build the toll bridges of gravity, who charge what the market can bare until those who cannot bare the market fall on harder times.

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