stories last on ornate pace, our human loose for tending. each circle drawn presents dozens of ancestors sitting lyrical station. each bald light tells specific invention, construing all the magnets and dire gravity plus the confederation of grace notes. organization needs us in useful beginning ,trailing behind the backwash. references have become silly and mulched.
not enough said in remain with. we feel the temperature of losing planets at a time, into a sentence that hasn't heard even little words. cost of control doesn't include the benchmark tidal gloom associated with a point somewhere. once the sentence becomes versed, it struggles for more control.
the story ran to the the end. this end fit something. hobbits hankered for a smoke. rockets crash in spite. waves toss furniture like people.
but if I worked in this season, with tumbles and you know where rocks fall, does the tizzy slip unfelt thru closing? if the rocket lands unexpected, stuck in beachhead that shadowed shipwreck, could I have been more wrong? could even the statement last to the end of the sentence? veils garner our evenness, trust each wave to break. a public reclamation needs fury filed for blessing.
a precious life lives in and thru.
a tower scores the sky with reference to the flooding now underway. all resumes in the littlest word. everything we have meant means more in the flush of winter on the ground. are you on the ground too?
think of these distractions (right, left, above and below) as plenary abstractions. our sentences run toward rockets spending gross national product on a measly future inference. trace the situational summary while the others back off from their plans. a moment of silence, then another...
a piano offertory resides on somewhat snow. fresh fielding turkeys state a process crossing the street. loud heaven mutates to a political program dredged from the purview of nightmare. alongside these arching concerns the indefinite covering clouds resist any pose of description. are we just so heartless? we could play a tune further, into the night, into the entry fire, and the leaning word to survive.
