Sam Klickner is the one bubbling outside under the sun in the field of torrid occurrences. I am the other one who steered the timid orange dusk with a sea sponge across the first uncomely panel and put the birds there. He is the one who signed a child’s name. Having been named situates Klickner's unlucky destiny. For this, he is the heavy one and I the much lighter. He might have caught me in a rare moment brightened by yielding yet I must know him always; He, the thief of my every credit and blame. His hands held by mine are which cup the breast, which fork the corpse, which shake the bells, which boast the rings.

When his body no longer suits, Breath and I will flee. I may then possess or become the possession of a stiller one named Basalt, teamed with Breath in one of many guilts as Fire— or of a Park whose fruit trees hide pouting statues.

"I am that I am" - YHWH

"I seem to be a verb" - Buckminster Fuller

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