AtDTDA: 18 Distinct versions of the Stupendica [514/515]

[robinlandseadel at comcast.net]

          It had begun to seem as if she and Kit were on separate vessels, 
          distinct versions of the Stupendica, pulling away slowly on separate 
          courses, each bound to a different destiny.

Foreshadowing of the division/duplication of the Stupendica/Maximillian.

          He lapsed into silence, torpor, for scaleless moments seized by 
          memories of desert plateau, mountain peaks, medows fill of 
          Indian paintbrush and wild primrose, some unexpected river 
          two steps off the trail—then released back into this twenty-knot 
          push into the uncreated. He was not sure what it was he felt. If 
          anyone had said desperation, he'd've shrugged and rolled a 
          cigarette, shaking his head. Not it. Not it exactly.

Not much I can can say. What poetry.