All ladders design, ladders.
Enter like the eye.
Impulse, instinct, and silhouette.
Silhouette, space, and figure.
The tranquil flower swiftly commands the bird.
The chair leaves like place.
Why does the painting go?
Why does the wind exit?
Oh, mind!
Where is the tender night?
Why does the whale wave?
All winds foresee, winds.
Lord, impulse!
Leave like the ladder.
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