It will be curved sliding through the terrible pain

It will be curved sliding through the terrible pain. Far far away at every moment. Ola presence all. Impossible presence all. Nest noise. Thing named in chunks possible. To signs of the desert. Thought dunes. The red of sand made the sea before the wind. It rains wind. It rains instead. Place of windows in the desert. Seasonal air and storm. Then time damage. In the next outings. At your signals. One by one they approach defiantly. Now the senses of the streets confess.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.