what does it mean to make the sound of a vacuum cleaner wall whirring up the dirt blocking the decay fate from taking you down river, I mean down to the place where the deity rules the roosters and the alarm clocks where purgation and pergolas are forgotten monsters in legends you haven't read and the sense that up is where to go won't leak out from this generator's hydrangea as flowery words are lost in the roar of water stopped and tossed