Sunday, October 4, 2015

If the Frame Fits, Wear It

In an elabourate fixture of clouds, softer than comparison, the instant and a child combine for space in the garden. The clouds conclude a typical season, with capital sentences and the best assay. Leaves glow, needing to be remarkable.

Inside, the doorway creaks and yet the breeze conduces a shaft of sunlight thru memory and into the tender arms. You can remember that tidal day as well as any. The garden does not resist.

Symbols resort to words when we are backed in. Menial shouting stamps the ground. This is not a simple book to read but an oceanic rising in the trees. Our together means the most.

Reaing From His Second Policy Paper

Significant letters fit names and actions, understood like the gelling wind today. Today stamps a cold impact on results, prided by news headlines. Pencils invent leery speeches.

We aren't the perfection of doubt any more, as right as we can be. We read more into nothing than pragmatic witness controls.

A violet hastens to be, a fleck of grass likewise. The saying goes but the minute has peaked. The cause of intention is panting.