Word chain

In the stillness of a night the objects cry out, dance mature nature to life singing human songs mostly of flesh . A flesh sets the word chain to music, a milky way of endless light sounds.

Like a breeze blowing in tree clusters flesh is object in a cluster of sounds ,a song without its literature, a sound of a subject that is at once the object ,a song that sings itself to object-hood.

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