The tape was cued to a suite, the suite was skewed from a tremor in the
ground, the ground was pried from a landfill near the quarry, the quarry
hunted for a strand of species not in language, language is in advancement
of itself, itself a loop but not tape that accrues meanings as it pieces together
a suite in the suite, a piece that echoes back the catalogue of the world while
advancing towards sky.