Grey plate down, slate plate up top.
Ash below, ash in the air like paper above.
Below without nutrition, above without mass.
The accident of clay or rubber's dumb muteness, influence or resistance of a body to change in motion.
The notes can be wrong, but the feeling must be justice.
Box down, box up.
Heavy square, stacked box.
The vituperative black sea at night throwing her ankle in idle circles below, the vague mum heavens.
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