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With their names one commands them; corrals the named in acts of appearing, what is called clutched in a fist recalls: remains appear on the corneas, dwindle like a lineage of oldmaids. Out of coral the destination — redsepulchre — materializes. Huskmaking, the previous press fleshy pasts into a path to pasture (endless).

With names one can’t deter a marriage of minerals, world; can’t make two, mirrored to find this rot together.