The Horta

Bang because leaves emit the trenchant noises of laughing dead. Soft where the method killed the masters in their fervent trances. Crushed though several mice became transcendentally involved in generating the physics of these matters. Known due to the pages having been threaded through all possible readers. Delivered as the transits of light construe both the moment and the other. Dormant in the putrefactions of dreamed percussions. Prevalent actors lifted on wires of hair from the eyes of pregnant actresses. Gravitic expulsions, omissions, desperations. The orchestra died tuning. Each one made certain words just prior. I have arranged them here for our edification and the processing of posterity. The ripped membrane has the feral stink of language once again.