A single petal parts the whole/air terror in one/ga ril' a(s) killing in a 
spree at the cricket meet the boy ga ril' a lying sleeping on the car motor 
gore that came from him as it pulls into the fleeing crowd is dead. There 
he is. Eidetic empty eidos 2 flowering both the sight [and] that of its own 
interior concept are empty at once. Actions halved are not assembled or 
dismantled each time whole the petal in outside flows



The Contester

The contester reaches the red chela into the streaming crowd cheliform extracting the 
dark blue poppies. Walking, one saw a dark blue poppy [and] [seen] one night. The 2 
trembling part. Day begins anywhere. A forest on many stems rushes a single tree on 
stem. One had realized the small boys kidnapped, sold to later wait on the kidnappers 
(parents, when they're old), [the boys] are slaves too–as are the orphan girls (girls are 
defined as "those not killed," the word "girl" erased for others); they'd rather kill 
all______ [girls/hands motions are dactylology] and kidnap and enslave all boys than 
change. The family ocker (redundant) doesn't even remember–or doesn't remember at 
all (two entirely different events). But memory isn't the origin of events. Neither is. The 
eye is (not). Oar. The hand thrust in. The red claw, the mitt reaching the poppies some 
red-centered, has performed actions, though the action is the contester's, already past 
but appearing at once 'allowing' the single petal outside not producing or attached in 
wind–outside isn't either, the trees fractionators future only, a forest 2 states a tree 
rushes 1000 trees roiling divided are in that sense 2 frothing the appendages bats bat 
the sky corners of the diamond [in which the base runner runs] floats in the sky where 
a forest as single entity bats blows–the sky. Yet petal exudes dawn there exactly. Not 
even gradually 4 there is no memory. If there were not a contester the dark blue indigo-
plum black-purple-centered poppies are for nothing? Fractionators wings flock trees 
bulk on stems the whole a musical instrument a stem an appendage as the base runner 
moving is on appendages hearing is the parts of these or the poppies from the current. 



Cheliform

'The flew' (the girls who flew and their action that being past is single/singular) the girls 
who lifting off flew/disperse pink frocks in the hyperbaric weight too he poles the 
onlookers of the parade with the red chela mitt [it] poles where being within the crowd’s 
rim extracts the dark blue poppies extraction is once he moves on their lining. The 
contester chordate coming to the crowd lining the street as horses go by as a man 
would whose jaw making sores in his oxygenless flesh his irradiated blood vessels 
having vanished swim breathing the pure oxygen in the diving bell there. Thus 
submerged swimming oxygen in the diving bell breathing infuses his jaw with oxygen 
from which new blood vessels grow as small girls in pink dresses fly before the 
perambulator disperse and flap across the street dissilient in pink flashes to flock 
behind bushes further on emerging shout in surprise at the pusher a mother far from 
the contester a man being before the crowd that is facing 'their'/the crowd's parade–so 
the contester is inside (their) mid (inner) side line, inside the crowd's lining, is between 
in their midst but alone standing outside them also his head outside the crowd his arm 
in the red mitt chela claw when pacing lionlike/lioncel eyes lidless yet he's extending 
exposing the cephalochordate palm red-segmented lenticule reaches into the not even 
wavering stalwart standing crowd, their and his choreutics action from amidst them, 
and with the chela extracts the bunched black-centered dark blue purple poppies. 
Memory is here (at once as they occur) the origin of the events but in their middles. 







Author's Note of Afterward to The Dihedrons Gazelle-Dihedrals Zoom 

The Dihedrons Gazelle-Dihedrals Zoom was written by 

words being chosen at random 

in (as) alexia, word-blindness that rather than making an unknown future 

or present (there's the sense or discovery that there isn't any future,
 
isn't any present) make as it happens sensual exquisite corpses. 

A composite, read, is in an instant yet not even in 'a present.'
 
Outside's events unite gluing to each other a single object. 

That which had already existed is by chance.

A composite passage is physical, as if it is flesh-butterfly-other/

occurrences, internally hybrid 

rather than being separate presentation as idea–

that is, 

the writing is not the idea of the whole framework of occurrences after 

without its existence ever being. 

Unknown sensual object as it comes up found by its language, 

its being, at once language and physical object, it generates The 

Dihedrons Gazelle-Dihedrals Zoom in continuous stream of attachments–

in which the "base runner" (the words chosen at random 

from Random House Webster's Unabridged Dictionary), 

[he's] one of the people generated by the sensory-word-passages, 

perceives through a coherer radio detector with a glass tube. 

Robber barons rewriting history–that doesn't exist anyway–

the greed of wanting to dissolve others no one existing except them, 

everything, beings, 

including one's being are (have become) lies. 

Cheney's eyes in his head also, one of his eyes floats in the palm of a viewer–

the lies are part of the split between one's physical being 

and seeing (mental and physical sights), 

people on every level suffering from this as isolation. 

The isolation: We're taught to think as hierarchy.
 
Idea-information is domination supposedly, seizure, 

a version of idea derived from military models of targeting; 

a sensory-language-physical/object would be incomprehensible 

unless translated to be description of/as its purpose. 

Translate a whole flesh-butterfly-other/occurrences outside of its being 

its language 

here–Lisa–translate it to be idea of its action 

(as if the other language of translation is its structure or theory) 

as if that's its core, its real self, while the occurrence-composite 

is completely different from the theoretical duplication of it. 

A single composite may be an idea as its whole framework of occurrences later. 

Where we cannot see the use or relation of imagination to idea (occurrence), 

the gazelle-dihedrals are open organs all visible in frames human-like that zoom 

always forward in (and are) plains of sight action. 

Roaming, they may be suffering. Terribly or terror

Or not. We don't know. 

Everything opened by language here being sensorial flattening blissful 

with multitudes of dimensions, people's seizure of idea to summarize any thing 

is always done falsely, as if they give the theory 

that extrapolating the sensual object in its halving language 

is being outside itself–

as if the structure-information is written in the object's DNA 

and by mechanical reproduction could be exchanged between people 

though its having no DNA no instruction

"now" is the illusion of its encapsulation 

differently in idea-language-of the outside, social communions 

ahead. Future. See we always try to make future–that doesn't exist anyway–

so the instant in the text isn't struggle for a future or present 

the passages, say one of people as sensual object as well as events embedded 

single as if in amber but continually active–have been translated to aural 

language free without pretext