Structure — Masolino's Eve — The Female Snake

: ~ a springy fire set inside pear prickles the vocative , a now bubble now that's a thing

your nervous system might have been one of the paths on the Tree on earth , oddly like as
night where she was musing , under sap , blazed in here , hushed in under cover of , ,
: ~ a springy fire sets arm in arm on the athlete sea of interpretation bushes

where the moon was waxing under sap , here we make up the arbornauts
travelling around the islands
and the forests-of-summers amateurs we called ourselves

~ a forno with which to scratch her nickname , soften a groove
into a belt trout pan , her initials into how a highway feels ; ~

: ~ taking space out hanging it up along the clotheslines in that hour of the trees

: ~ the Brancacci chapel winds might have been one of the paths of the tree
Blazed in here , hushed in here under cover of painting : ~

The springy fire set by one long experience on earth , ,

On earth , through that roar gap makes through trees ' velvet amateurs

: ~ no longer ashamed to be a tree-like belly the I is laid upon , as if emblazoned
in vowels it must be the poise of the Linden leaves he is swimming with

: ~ it might have been a structural tense upbraiding in and out of
her saying what is the plural of one
that on their lapping undersides snake eggs lay their little heads ——

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Part of Eve's Discussion

It was like the moment when a bird decides not to eat from your hand,
and flies, just before it flies, the moment the rivers seem to still
and stop because a storm is coming, but there is no storm, as when
a hundred starlings lift and bank together before they wheel and drop,
very much like the moment, driving on bad ice, when it occurs to you
your car could spin, just before it slowly begins to spin, like
the moment just before you forgot what it was you were about to say,
it was like that, and after that, it was still like that, only
all the time.