Amnesiac

Home in the window. Glowing radio in your pockets. Quick radium intent powers tiny oblivion machines that record the movement of the great horned owls and other birds of prey. Wet treasure packed tightly into sluggish caravans moving towards erasure. The mechanical cardiac animal hovers over the horizon. To rest along the shore and there are doors there keeping the land awake tonight. Problems eclipse retroactive abilities. Morning comes before the dark. Our long calendar of weather.