A point of accuracy, a point of a strange stove, a point that is so sober that the reason left is all the chance of swelling.
(The same three.)
A wide oak a wide enough oak, a very wide cake, a lightning cooky, a single wide open and exchanged box filled with the same little sac that shines.
The best the only better and more left footed stranger.
The very kindness there is in all lemons oranges apples pears and potatoes.
(The same three.)
A same frame a sadder portal, a singular gate and a bracketed mischance.
A rich market where there is no memory of more moon than there is everywhere and yet where strangely there is apparel and a whole set.
A connection, a clam cup connection, a survey, a ticket and a return to laying over.
ACT THREE