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Modulations

The camera inside the picture concertina's time-lines into exclamation points. Antique tripods brace themselves, their quaint brass fittings help minds to adjust. Some turn a grooved infinity sprocket. Some cave paint on the arching bones of elk heads. If we are to discover what is out there we must board a ghost train, plot a milky way over a whiteboard - orientate to relate. Spirit, that invisible violin in a trio of appearance, is a lone lover. The third lover arrives at night walking across fingertips, while a pale moonlight moves hands around a clock of want. The other elements of frequency modulation are the sex machines that transmits power to pressure, they are small devices that molest moments into prayer. Lastly there is the whistling tinker man. The rattle of pots and kettles behind his moving caravan enchants all we children of much lesser gods.

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