| A1. |
There Were Seedlings From the Terraced Lakeside – Doppled Sprouting Points |
... |
| A2. |
Where Winters and Springs |
... |
| A3. |
Where Beginnings and Endings Met and These Things Stuck Inside of Each Other Like Honey Drops. |
... |
| A4. |
Uprooting Mycelium in the Night Forest of “Grmade” We Spoke With the Bubilant Sage |
... |
| A5. |
While We Crawled Our Dance Around a Fungus Stump Courting the Tiny Folks to Come and Play… |
... |
| B1. |
Wandering Around Inside of “Ourea” We Blew Into the Breathing of the Stochastic Rushing Water |
... |
| B2. |
And Once Again, the Mirror Was Too Steamed to Cross the Voracious Throat |
... |
| B3. |
That Even Falling Couldn’t Forge a Path to Send Back the Frozen Land. |
... |
| B4. |
That Sleeping River Has Seen the Bombs That Just Sank Into Its Phlegmatic Walls. |
... |
| B5. |
Backing Up Into a Cultural Ditch We Slobbered Through the Din of the Alcoholics’ Babble |
... |
| B6. |
Hiding Out in Shelters Where We Bounced the Wireless in Circles, Back on Top of Itself – So Much So That the Water Didn’t Come In. |
... |
| B7. |
We Waved Our Leaves Over Broken Branches Piled on Top of Each Other Endlessly to Obscure the Spring |
... |
| B8. |
Where Even Once We Slept by the Arctic Ocean When Cloud Drops Bounced on Our Strings. |
... |
| B9. |
We Rose on Top and Sang to the Stars – So Far That the Differences Were Yet to Been Seen… |
... |
