Subnivean - 4/2/17 - 10:55 PM
Subnivaen the clean sound of traffic spells its name in the background it spells the name of a city and the hush that happens beneath the snow but also on top of it it divides the snow with its black tires moving to the left and to the right its traction like a world spinning a recycling of tread that moves, that was born from the earth, a rubber that was born from the sound of coming together something so elastic and tough it splits the sound of the snow so deeply into the hands of the sky that open up like a song and ask questions of this sound that happens whether its in the background or whether its in the foreground
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Subnivean - 4/2/17 - 10:55 PM
and the tread is a map and is crissed and crossed like a grid, deeper in beneath that black rubber you can find these valleys and in the valley is a darkness and depression that allows the snow to become water and to be refreshed as it spits it out to the left and to the right as the movement continues on forward. it is a recycle a revolution of movement it is the same thing that happens over and over and over again it is a forward progress it is splitting it is the lodge it is the song of the background it is the song of the background it is the song of the background and as the middle starts to expand outward it is the song of the background
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Subnivean - 4/2/17 - 10:55 PM
and the background is a progress and the middle is a center, an immovable center and the expansion of the background becomes a larger circle until that circle becomes a circumference until the middle breaks in on itself and becomes a circle, a circumference, and the earth continues to spin as it carries its tread as it moves its tread, the earth, the grid, the man-made possibilities that are laid on top of the ground like a blanket of snow like clothes like the next fashion that we wait upon until the people who tell us what to wear and how to wear it and what it will look good like when we wear it become silent like a blanket of snow
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