R/ckets and S/ntries

it's a loop of trust, thru a green hollow and bound up mountain. what curve seems time, pressed on the edges? a slip thru the natural, with between as logic. hand a rock in, down, to be touched in one moment. all very kept. the aliens stream forward, for this. in the distance, there is more: an armful or clutch of leaves. a point specified, and the aliens can just see. something very close to be where we are, can be round this turn. everyone is in 'this'.