" You are here. on the stage is a genuine tree illuminated from within using special effects. How? YOUR MOUTH Grins with metallic brightness a taste once unwelcome unwelcome now too. ... " * * *

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* Yellow Star
a "sodiumgloww"
a "phosphorous"
of a sortN.E
** CONTAIN.E.R
***      N.E.ATH
**** The O.R.
***** the occipital
theoperatN.E.ing room now. like now, old in its making,
in its maN.E.sonfashion. concentric rings
of bencheN.E.stiled with

small stain. glass tiles.
in variagated patterns in that facile,
And overpoweringly beautiful
indifferent intention.

its conical, flat side conical.
apierogon constrained to
3 or 4 or 5 or 6 or 7 or 8

***** CONTAINER
****** IN THE CENTER ON THE FLOOR
******* OPERATING TABLE
******** CONTAINER
********* UNMOVING ON TOP OF
********** The Body of The Artist NE Merriam

(u) Desert Bus ==> Minimum Coherent Deliverable/Draft

1

You Shield your eyes from the sun and gaze up at the oracle of conveyance that delivered you .(to this place). Grey bus Greyhound(gray): A ways up sure, but still close enough to see it's full underside idling in open air. maze-knot mechanical guts knotted and gnarled and stained. And Anointed, now, with the hot space warping exhalation cloud of its own exhaust. it looks proud of you from here, and somehow satisfied. For overcoming the physical challenge of bringing you here, but there's seems there's something else to its satisfaction too. bringing you here it also was able to be part of your story, and smiling now it dawns that it is also proud of itself for that too. of you you think. From here you can see the visored path up to the entrance, to your destination. on the stone you are before you enter through the door to the house. sand blows too. and so too in its blowing it is blown to and fro. Despite the parched desert heat tears shine in your eyes.

2 a

you look back over your shoulder in time to see the bus bleed its stillness into the sky, getting smaller and smaller, trading with the atmosphere gentlemen and the rules gentlemen.

b

you look back over your shoulder in time to catch, the bus bleed its stillness -into you -into the sky, stillness being a hot blood of blue getting smaller and smaller, trading with the atmosphere gentlemen and the rules gentlemen.

3

brokered a deal with the atmosphere to trade closeness to you for blueness and newness. it trades bigness for blueness with shrinking into the atmosphere