dog come with me. blind with a cliff that is whiter, and a white cliff of hearing water right up to the cliff to its rocks and to its roots. hearing a cliff nest boiled in milk. dog dog me. whiter the sea-mews boiling up in the jaws of it, dog, we swim up through a hearing, all okay or see through in white pink mud coming up, scraping up against it, leave a breathing off, I don't have the hands for this. lung-ing the froth all the way up.  over there's a yolk, yellow sea-mew falling from the sun into the milk, someone we should meet. could be dry off sitting on the bench at the top. could be sun and then some clothes. later clothes-pines but please not yet. just looking down at the hearing coming up. fur being dogged for now fingers.