From the trees you and me. Tremendous! Locked in their roots. In the deep roots of the earth. Rooted. Feelings throb. Sails the skin like silk sails confused with the wind. Lush winds. Tremendous paleness of the misty night over the calm waters of nowhere. And your foot and your face and your kiss and your lip under your body took me in response to the voice.

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