There Are No Hierarchies, No Infinite, No

I Was Playing Catch With The European Audience.

This Morning Of The Small Snow I Count The Blessings, The Leak In The Faucet Which Makes Of The Sink Time, The Drop Of The Water On Water.

Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention

I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls At Once.

There Are No Hierarchies, No Infinite, No Such Many As Mass, There Are Only/ Eyes In All Heads,/ To Be Looked Out Of.