Sky and Earth have a saying written on them: "This too shall pass". Calling arms, Nav' (Death and Life themselves) walk in a place of our bodies. Place of a body must be shuttered to release Yav' (all that is, natural phenomena) and Prav' (Kosmos, Law). Slow lakes our bodies are not for they cannot be contained nor outlined. Feet of our lives are covered in Moon and Sun, in thoughts of Eternal elements that we are tissue of. Time itself walks in our spines. It gave us a throat and a tongue - memory tissue. Constellations we are, constant zero, motion and vocabulary. Emptiness built our root, week as a century, pattern as reality, this too shall pass. Memento Mori without a sound, sacred, meaning. Stretched between sins and directions, consciousness is placed in everything we take bookmarks from /if ignorant/ and from spatial non-orientation /if with wooden lungs/. Same old tongue /of untouched/, text in the breath of Kosmos. Follow Death, the only Silence of Truth. Black algorithms of ashes and dust create us in entirety for to know where one came from, one must return to the beginning where nothing is. When Universe created element of font, when something begins, it extends phonology, it griefs and fulfills, it gives arms to our tissue. Universe gave arms to the matter of human. 

What happens when Yav' (all that is, natural phenomena) questions Prav' (Kosmos, Law)? Down well of a ten, in the current thought of reality, not comforting language - constant Friday in which we breathe - leathers us even when we read from Prav' (Kosmos, Law), from intuition. Language is daylight, bones of carved out eggs, definition of ability to see. Language is. That is why it hurts. Language hurts. It is that which creates a thought, a vertical, that which gives one optica to know the sea. Language itself is not that which manifests reality for it rotates it... language is the how. Here I use words, but can also sing or sculpt. Does that change manifestation of reality? Yes, a different opening that is, a beginning, a seclusion in solitude. A manifestation... language is a manifestation of reality... The everlasting vapor is hidden in knowledge of hands that gave it a name "vapor" to document sound of wood inside mud in which I never walked. This thread, this string, is caterpillar that knows. Body is https and body is Silent. Body lives and body is Wood. Comma in a throat is Water that rotates Time. It is a throat bell. When conceived in Death, it heals. Death. Mongolian Thee. Does Life have a throat? That which bleeds with it for nature has no tissue that we cannot open. Nature has no phrases, no soils, no nests, no elements. Nature (Kosmos, Law) cannot ever be released. For Nature (Kosmos, Law) is endless, soundless. It came before. It breathes and lives. Nature (Kosmos, Law) is veiled for it is us, mankind, that looks and sees only itself in it.