The appearance of the end of this moving sentence motivates the upwards ascent of a similar dead-made phrase in mirror-birthed shape, which then collapses onto itself, creating paired clumpings that might be proto-graveyards for roses or elephants. Talk talk talk, all night the trees talk, while the thorns or tusks lie still, happy to be together.     In fact, this world was twice as large as it had been before. There was twice as much time, twice as many houses, and many more useless things too.