hiding art's eggs

But





There's no doing in heidegg er oh

All his doing is extension of being

Which er is wrapping the fallacy



Around yet another illusionary
dimension the thing is the thing

Is the thing but its an interesting



Read yes he kinda shits pearls the

Dust of some stars/satyrbones

Getting stuck in the greasy parts



Over time equals the revelation
of art's eggs breeding under
art's wings taking another swing



At learning how to walk before

It can sing the air that's in there.