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Cluttered apocrypha, huddled masses, LINKS, a gas station along the way. Stolen texts, mystical and forgotten, passed along, currency. Arcane symbols, hints of spice, shells, cut up. Dark plum. Plumage green and blue and black, shimmering, fractured.

Novice alchemy. Geometry diagrams taken at face value, a beauty. The lines! To be pure, a shellacked snakeskin among scattered pins. To be alone, among cells of pink and white, magnified, glowing.

Beached whales, a warning. The Mirning, naked, yelling together, smiling the coming of a beast so great, descending from the Milky Way to sing a beautiful music. Seven sisters dancing on her back. A link. The whales from a hundred thousand years. A hundred thousand hyperlinks--algorithm, aquamarine.

A language of orca and link. Finally a dance, a ceremony. A romance of many dimensions. Reading aloud. Drunk on so many whales, slime of onyx and barnacles. A text, an orca. Opened up, exploding on a shore. A gust of wind. With bright center.