raison d'être

Concerning reality, the individual usually obtains some benefit from its usage. Yet after the impressions of woven leaves, the old-colored universe begins to return. The hands themselves are, perhaps, only building a new behavior. Likewise, most specimens, though unequal, often attempt to attribute a certain coinage to natural laws. The sole realities of trees, people, and all else exhibit a strictness in their monstrous differences. This speaks to the wonder of perceptions, which for the case of this argument, we might represent as X in our calculator.  Believe me, the new numbers are long, longer than impressions, so it’s only customary to apply more meaningless schemas to these movable aspects of our host.

anthropomorphisms

Within the spider, human things—
pure language, poetic
beyond this attentive schema we keep reconstructing.
Everything, entrusted to those absolute measured abstractions—
the forms of things our hands have numbered,
carried away unceasingly, or gathered in the catchpool.

language is a trap

leaves originally acquainted things
then came ideas language science metaphors metaphors
strictness of impressions the world forgot in time
this framework where everything’s contained