Cape Aux Morts. Cape Diable, Points Of Massacre Rocks And Island A Plethora Of Wreck Bays. But On Funk Island, Nothing Matters. Brahmsian Rhetoric Could Describe The Island Prokofievian, The Sound Of Mars Homuncular Forms; An Imperative Monotone. Murrelings Fell From Cliffs Into The Sea, Rose And Floated In Foam, Screaming. Olivaceous Puddles. Murres And Gannets, Kittiwakes, Sun Splashed White & Pitiless Light On Rock - Argon, Radon, Krypton Seasons Of Millennia Suffocating In The Original Gases Of Earth: Xenon, Neon. Granite Intestines With Its Outer Edge Lost In The Darkness Between The Stars.
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