Platform
Going going now going to stay here and keep them off going to just be going to be going going off and on to be going off to stay here and keep them off of them and on to some other keeping of somehow for who is it now going on about it not being or going far enough need to get up and find it just be going to be going off and find it just be going just follow the glints and the winks ignore the smirks can't ignore the smirks just follow just going to be going off and on to be going off to stay here and keep them off and keep your hands up they might not say anything keep them off going off the glints can't ignore the going off and on to be going off as long as it can as long as they might not say anything can't ignore the on to be going off going to stay here and keep them off.
Plateau
Plateau not platform. It has been a plateau made of nails all pushed up all held up by hands underneath underneath the weight of the plateau keeping the plateau not the platform not the plateau not the platform it has been a plateau made of nails all pushed up all held up by hands underneath underneath the weight of the plateau keeping the plateau not the platform not the plateau not the platform it has been a plateau made of nails all pushed up all held up by hands underneath underneath the weight of the plateau keeping the hands up keeping them off and not saying anything as long as it can as long as they are not saying anything won't let the muscles these legs where the bug tangling around in the hairs pull on them and feel the glass shake with a resounding iron "no" it has got such a handle on things keeping them off and not saying anything as long as it can as long as they are not saying anything won't let the muscles these legs where the bug tangling around in the hairs pull on them push on them keeping them off not saying anything as long as it can as long as they are not saying anything children stay inside stay outside out of reach keeping them not saying anything as long as they can keep can't ignore the words come
later
earlier the processor has been wound tighter and fitter for the track between the tracks curving between the mountains and their propellers spinning and twisting things heart missed a beat or was it more more these days these days what are these days? along the tracks those days along the tracks rocks on either side down below get there quicker than a sharp turn along the tracks those days fitter for the track between the tracks curving and straightening and speeding and hurtling to a chair to a desk to buttons pushed up from the platform the plateau has been a plateau a platform made of nails all pushed up all held up by hands underneath underneath the weight of the platform the plateau.
"Is yours stuck as well?"
"No, I think it's only you."
"It's just me?"
"What else is new?"
"Someone died just on the other side of this wall," she said as she indicated with a nod of her head towards the wall with a silverfish on it just above the carpet where some paper dots had fallen from the latest sheets on pathogens and their reach.
"What else is new?"
"Did you hear what I said?"
"I think you've beaten this horse to death."
"Their skull was caved in."
"What?"
"We're out of ice."
"Tell me something I don't know."
She kept trying to forward the attachment but the system was stuck. Ignoring him and his comments she picked up the book and examined the binding that looked more eaten away. She felt a pulling and looked under her desk. Nothing. Still swiping her skirt her knees and her shins with her hand as a precautionary tale bringing it up and holding carrying holding her hand over her frozen keyboard looking at her palm and the discolored skin the features fewer patches of softness.
Sometimes.
Remote helplessness pressed its predictability into the little bag of soy sauce. Into it again has it gone off and done it now or sooner or later for now for once the noggin with the sunglasses and the hair that ignores questions with its body its form relating to no one's expense but them scratching and itching and stopping what they're doing looking down at their legs for that bug tangling around in the hairs pull on them and feel the glass shake with a resounding iron "no" it has got such a handle on things.
Sometimes.
Sometimes a bag of soy sauce is all they had. Going out of town more often to find a supermarket that hadn't gone off and done it now or sooner or later for now for once the noggin with the sunglasses and the hair that ignores questions with its body its form relating to no one's expense but them scratching and itching and stopping what they're doing looking down at their legs for that bug tangling around in the hairs pull on them and feel the glass shake with a resounding iron "no" it has got such a handle on things.
Sometimes you have to.
She felt a pulling and tried not to look under her desk. Trying to ignore the pulling the hiding under the desk.
Sometimes you have to reach.
Can't ignore the pulling the pushing the pushing up of the hands underneath underneath the weight of the platform the plateau under the weight of all that dirt.
"Sometimes you have to reach beyond yourself."
"Reaching beyond myself is like reaching for the single-ply toilet paper you keep reaching you keep pulling more and more."
She felt a pulling and tried not to look under her desk. Trying to ignore the pulling the hiding under the desk. Can't ignore the pulling the pushing the pushing up of the hands underneath underneath the weight of the platform the plateau under the weight of all that dirt in his tiny little wooden box more eaten away the pulling the pushing she felt can't ignore still swiping her skirt her knees and her shins with her hand as a precautionary tale bringing it up and holding carrying getting bigger too big to carry to hold holding her hand over her frozen keyboard looking at her palm and the discolored skin the features fewer patches of softness.
More worn away more eaten away the hardening frame around the deteriorating picture he held while he sat on a rock looking at the deteriorating picture of the man looking down at the rows of houses and the moving trucks wondering when they would notice where he had been looking at the front door and waiting for them to emerge into the picture the deteriorating picture he held while he sat on a rock looking at the deteriorating picture of the man looking down at the rows of houses and the moving trucks wondering when they would notice where he had been looking at the next front door waiting for them to emerge into the picture the deteriorating picture more worn away more eaten away.
- Max Stoltenberg
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