cat station requires plenty upbeat. over there see glum miracles, bowls of food. on that the colour of sending sun to where we thought. under the table becomes a midnight, not the same as just a night of slump. by blue can mean a cold until 6 minutes. the floor simulates life. while we await that, something about blackening into snow. it's the cat again, a season fur. it's a carriage when we were young enough for spring, then a trace of over the hills. some smell as part of beginning. seems like any wind, joints of larger. underneath, the grey thoughts of daffodils, resumption requires pity. the cat needs a staircase, for a momentous instant performed without net. the blue over the hills means someday. after a really raucous requirement, the bending of years, we've ripped open our war chest and discussed the matter of prose. poetry is for heroes, say corporations instituted for the purpose. what of sedge in the marshy underpinning of the last idea of landscape? do we need vocabulary as much as vocabulary needs us? a running joke perceived as an event. then damage, a whirled desert. then donations to the cause of donating, until all filling has been accomplished, big time and sensational chords. modular announcement of current reflux. deadly need in disappear, apt for phrases actionably written on. key rocket reentry primes the linden tree of Orphic past. seems like a drizzle of intense ice, more sport than political savvy.
miracle stays in the bulb mention kindly tear period whenas clearly determined in language or the posterior rune, greed, flicker of daylight after many other days have passed. rip of mock step period, era, absolute. noise inside other noises, until explained by certainty. we've been vernal blue in [past period] now a discus spun from archive file. loss, simple things, the very word last year or forgotten.
how many other words forgotten in time, but s made cl;ear when written out or thoroughly, trying desperately to reach, etc, the variousness playing very fine stance.
tipping worldly reaction from bottom of concern.
a stone thrown with wilting.
plastered in exactly.
direction made of waves of linear thinking.
too much depends on read wheelbarrows.
end line wrote further story including details, which arrive in each word but without the stress of severance. we read about the landing, the discovery, the verse form used to penetrate the event. we read of greaer glories attended to. we read then stay behind. in a green theory arising from grasping, particular and welding to the standard.
a laugh at the end of telephone.
flushed from when theory could only direct partial statements, then story to telling noise from otherways. then a trust called definteflower, which isn't more than flower, a mist of wi nter's falling away. then the strain of sleeping ruin, almost enough in groove, distinguished by as it happens.
