The next note precognitive of the 
previous’s. To dry up, binocularly. 
The tactics, the village, the 
fountain. Where he is is what he 
has done. How we kill ourselves 
because of a promise. What’s
in the airwaves are in this box. 
What I thought it was about is not 
what it is about. His ostracism
being used. Either you don’t
exist, or we are twins, and we
are both daughters. It will or will
not bode well, everyone hovering
in the air. Caulking, caulking,
caulking. Guessing underwear, 
but flip it over and it is boots. 
Red red red red. And the rest of 
us walking, and the rest of us 
walking, as long as we can see,
back towards the Flood.