6) Least Word Enough
space setting the reason, a blue might cloistered as specific.
reckoned in tree terms, inside out splendour taken for granted in the city.
bluster flare on a compassion train. much of the city means people. allay to great buildings formed out of the word in idea, as colder nights prevail a mental picture. truck stops on a spot. the spot directs the placement of next time. loud hauling noise from everyone who has the time. relief strays into docudrama, into story about the field, into stuffed as much as possible. the heaven referred to has time on its hands.
the wave was meaningful, for why wouldn't the earth control its means? and the junction of too many contributes to deb balls and brought up that way. and we all remind ourselves, strictly speaking. and then it becomes a mirror, paused to allow a stretch of only something. singing along helps poetry once .
haven't even trained advantage, it just arrives in clean.
so the rocketship is part of many plans. hop the caboose with retrorocketry. bring the enemy in line. the rock then pierces silver. sentence depth now speaks over radium. a tradition of drowning results, just to speak of facts. rocketship into terrific, into style at last, into brush with all that encumbered. the wave as of all our focus states a given. given time and such process, yet heard all over town. then the rocket disappears. all that engine in the mind of too much.
whose perfect release cocks the gun so much? a daily dribble of intelligence into how to pollute the sea. each easy step means maybe a branch in doctrine. a trick for when you loved a last thing (maybe never). whatever is inside the other time helps anyway. you've been reading the rocketship past Mars warily and Jupiter justly fits conglomeration for our little place. more beyond the lack of leaning into light years will strike an excellent prose. what is out excuse, after all? if Marxism were a plant or planet, just enough coffee to sleep endlessly over time. not a pilfered left to it to tell fetching stories. more like a granite statement fuel. yours as when or ever. think that's enough? think? agree in lines, friend.
