Low Plain

                                                            The Administration has taken your request. Stop.

                                                            In Conference, Consensus reached. Stop.

                                                            For further information,close your eyes.

                                                            FULL STOP.

I sent the specimen to 11 Institutions of note.

I received 11 telegrams back,

The above being the only positive return.

My request:         Enclosed is one photo of

                           The Object.

I found it beneath my bed on the third day 

of January. I live alone. I live among few

possessions .There is no earthly reason for
it's arrival among my trappings. Your estab-
lishment being one of great exalt, I beg your
thorough examination. In payment, I
here for give rights of all findings to your
prestigious institute.I would be deeply
obliged for haste in answer to this query, as
the matter has a gravity in accord to my
own health.


Nineteen days have past since my initial finding. My left kidney has failed, 3 of my teeth and all of my fingernails have come away, 10 bones have splintered or broken in the course of normal mobility and I lost my hearing just houres ago. The very core of me is falling to pieces as I drift into sleep during all manner of activity and deep inside the most deranged and abstract nightmares, the likes of which I've never read nor conceived.


In my extremity, I do as the impersonal note reads. Close my eyes.


I am inside the rotunda of a sentient thing. A permanent vast. Dim with tissue whose thick is that of a planet. It hurts to know. There is nothing to distinguish any single place, only grey sameness eternal. Wretched timidity steals over me. I give in. It thinks for me. The intimacy is overwhelming. It tells me:


THIS IS BENIGN THIS IS BENIGN THIS IS BENIGN THIS IS BEINNG THIS IS BENIGN




I've no opinion. I've lost emotion. This is benign. This is Benign. This is BEnign. This is BENign. This is BENIgn. This is BENIGn. This is BENIGN. This Is BENIGN. This IS BENIGN. THis IS BENIGN. THIs IS BENIGN. THIS IS BENIGN. THIS IS BENIGN THIS IS   BENIGNTHISISBENIGNTHISISBEINNGTHISISBENIGNTHISISBEINNGTHISISBEINNGTHISISBENIGNBEINNGBENIGNBEINNGBENIGNBEINNGBENIGNBEINNGBENIGNBEINNG

Utility

Sensed: Euphoria
True Presence: Underborn
Architect: Obscurity
Reference: Longsuffering
Prospered Lot: Severity
Obstruction:
Tonality: Shifting
Instruction: Deathless
Erudition: Sunless
Defect:
Souce:
Virtue:
Center: Odium
Regard:  Abject
Malady: Ruin
Stategum: Sin
Condition: Still

Vessel: Uncommunicative

Jack Kelly

His loose hair fell and what it grew to was child in appearance.
In true, it was only dead leaves and and pages from dead books.

Its reality found only in the broken sound of its gait.
I met it in my sleep.
In every landscape, it stood inches away and facing me.
All of my mobility tampered with as it was always before me.
It was before me; before all of us.
It came from a before that wasn't recorded.

Its sophisticated decay is foreign to the now.
There are no things older,
except Jack Kelly.

Medium

on the date of our assured de-evolution,
an annex in time is carved from the nothing,
so that we might warm our farthest reaches
by the fire of lives better lived.

Tipple Horn

 PURITY TEXT

 If there were water,

We would give it design.

If there were soil,

We would seed it malign.

If there were inside,

We would turn it all out.

If there were outside,

We would breathe it devout.

If there were living,

We would learn how to see.

If there were nothing,

We could remain Blind.

There Is A Man

A Righteous Man.

Answers

Below: Pinky Toe (Getting smaller with every generation, unnecessary even for balance) /
              Plantaris Muscle (Muscle behind heel, once used in gripping, now degenerated to uselessness)

Above: Third Molar (Certain populations already being born without them, once important for use in the                          enormous amount of greens we had to chew)/
               Darwin's Point ( Nodule in upper ear once used in sound focusing, 9 percent of humans have them)