A sentence is hard for a sudden to spin into space. See the hand perch on to fish out on the limb so to speak? It’s not to place but the verge of, a breath only a comment can clear the way to. The distant scars. There’s no question of diversion, the willingness to hug a huge escape to right where you never left. The unsuspected masses, collapses into itself a self. This is what is meant by cement.