Chatter / Lawrence Upton

Voice 1: To learn, finally!

Voice 2: Vistas! Unexplored times! New times!

Voice 3: These discoveries will occupy -

Voice 1: We will learn, finally!

Voice 2: Opening to us

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Voice 4: Death is a hall into which -

Voice 1: Only that!

Voice 4: On a whim...

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Voice 4: Upon a bed -

Voice 3: For the unequivocally amazing -

Voice 2: Opportunities! Lights! At last, something that...

Voice 1: But it is without -

Voice 2: That is without mere words!

Voice 4: On the death bed -

Voice 3: The subject of things

Voice 4: The other side -

Voice 1: To learn what it is to be.

Voice 2: Prospects!... But inclusions

Voice 4: Was a dead man... He is without - He is disclosed in camouflage, parroting our species.

Voice 2: Pictures!

Voice 4: Pictures would help to alter the appearance.

Voice 1: And, like a tower -

Voice 5: And there?

Voice 3: And shock we cannot see -

Voice 4: The other side.

Voice 3: It's always a long day. What one wonders -

Voice 4: The funeral pyre, unlit -

Voice 5: It's huge!...

Voice 4: Garlanded by which

Voice 1: The order, each by each; and shock we cannot see,

Voice 4: Mimicking the opposite.

Voice 5: Even the few who have -

Voice 3: Forget not only that -

Voice 4: Would have revealed -

Voice 2: And shock we cannot see -

Voice 5: And really there!

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Voice 1: The order.

Voice 2: One day, one day!

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Voice 4: It's a complicated image. Its midnight opening, on a fancy.

Voice 1: On a slab!

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Voice 1: But it is! At last!

Voice 2: And not to be!

Voice 3: And there!

Voice 4: Imparting nakedness, one by one, this dead man.

Voice 2: What wonders!

Voice 1: Something that is total!

Voice 5: Floating, and a void!

Voice 1: All of us must run.

Voice 3: What subject?

Voice 1: And like a tower -

Voice 2: For the unequivocally amazing!

Voice 3: These discoveries of things will occupy -

Voice 5: Have no controls!

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Voice 5: One day, I -

Voice 1: Just unavailable here.

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Voice 1: But it is without fathomless peace. You went in there. But the inclusiveness of things.

Voice 5: As a trick?

Voice 4: Upon a base of things

Voice 2: Was a dead man. Written on an everyday basis, with a righteous vehemence against superfluous words.

Voice 5: I'm very curious, leaving personality in reserve, what it is about the general... necessary... what is it about the world of my writing life I focused on; I found myself gravitating to - I'm very curious - leaving mindset aside, what is!

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Voice 5: At you without the monument of the living. Experience transformed into a form of fraught narrative that you find unfamiliar. They move without observance to light in there.

Voice 1: One day.

Voice 2: One day.

Voice 1: Will learn, sometimes very slowly, too.

Voice 3: Are we always close? I was influenced by forces to learn what is maintained.

Voice 5: I'm very curious -

Voice 2: These discoveries will occupy -

Voice 1: Forget! Not only that! Flights, swivels. They make sense in the inexact.

Voice 2: These discoveries are necessary. The monument of our species, twists... One day I went in there... The undertakers come into a hall on an escapade...

Voice 3: An experience transformed into a mountain of completion.

Voice 2: To have an idea for a world... & a friend calls them my -

Voice 1: Your experience. Hanging around, suspended by a world gorgeously in equilibrium - voices - a world like this world; one is a world; that is unqualified.

Voice 2: To reach that world!

Voice 1: It is best. It is necessary. Abysmal peace. Flowering soundless reconciliation.

Voice 5: And our unfortunate status in daybreak?

Voice 1: These discoveries will destroy flow and testimony.

Voice 2: These findings were scattered, to corrupt everything.

Voice 4: The monument of the self is intentional.