maybe one day, during a point in time, without a particular point time, without a reference, a point in time without a point, without a reference, without a connection; where someone or anyone being someone, could already be a process point in time, processing a confluence of points and line, designating nothing, processing in a process, proceeding in a connection, between a connection and an operation, and a operation and a process, connecting the process and operation to the future between; voluntary actions and tangential beings, being one of many, doing an extended process, extending endlessly into an oncoming process; into the whole of matter at the beginning of a process, proceeding to another process, beginning with an ending and ending with a beginning, the whole of matter at the beginning without a beginning and / or an end but an endless sting of events, endlessly extending throughout the whole of matter; an operation in constant conjunction with the innumerable outside, outside walls of brute naming, or external objects bumped into doctrines of fixed limits; the discourse of a lover as a discourse of a lover, a constellation of objects, thick in layered shades, embroiled always dwellers, always close to obscure; dreaming mingling lines on diverging bright edges, in pleasure at midnight sharp; where action is the action taken, where the chains no longer imprison, where there is a constant that a period in time, that is a matter of fact, in the stickily being now, being a period in time, filling a blank now, being now being constant, with a connection to the self, being unintelligible to a definition of the disavowing now; constantly installing their sediment of then now in a make believe intelligible constant, with nonexistent already mentioned, that has no existence, in the shallow of sorrow, in the tender canopy of sorrow, wedged in the future on viaducts at the margins, in the a venue of morning, in the palms of ones hands, without resistance or insult; there with a blessing and buds of beginning, in a mountain of herbs in the clarity of hands, in the moment of amino acid, viewing motions emergence, emerging in all actions, in all objects inner connection’ an object of the original connection that has non-origin, a universal action that is unrecognizable in action, that is an animal action, that is a rock in action, or a meteor lost in space, an object action inner connected to the sediment of all action, no quilt or shame, lost in space on a rock lost in space, living with the suffering universe, suffering with the living universe, on a rock in a house as a dog as a teacher and or double locked down in discipline of disconnect, grieving in a fearful hunger, immune in the misery of other, caught in greed and intolerance, unaware of spaciousness, living in a past present tense on the geography of cross town traffic scrawling a daily existence (in the moment of being in the connection of being a being in without out a specific point in time, being cross town traffic, on a rock in the universe)