i have affection for various large objects why should the kraken be any different? tentacles stir against the dry, endless diamonds of the sky. the flatlands. somewhere, a drum is stirring, a voice in the market is calling out.
various objects - hurtling outwards and inwards at all speeds from either border, the salt lake, the cannibal pass. six cylinders, yes - but rusting.
did time pass? did he pass, no, just silence, uncomfortable. the wind stirs. there is a voice calling out in the market. above, silk snapping against steel struts.
“dissociating, kindly fuck off”