Numbers pulse through night. The noises of pianos unite throughout fever and thicket. It needs for fall. That trees shed inconclusively. To doubt one’s seat is to dim one’s light with diffusion. Modulate cracks to crashes on edge. When the basic structure rumbles, Time needs its shape. That eyes leak irrelevantly. A table dives through the center of the room. Through accidental sharps end to fly. What drinking and weeds temper is purple. Married to fall. That plants spiral animistic. A misuse of philosophy is implied in one’s eating. Arrows cross through the cables. Recognition twisted to insomnia through repetition. The oils of eons glisten threaded on fire in dashes. Fallen to needs. Times into waiting into fear. A beast lapses into treading through water. Sickness and frailty are to throats absorbing. The last of any thought diminished. To wait in concerns wake in the abstract.