Inside the excuse for nation: leafy tractors (any bonding to the brownness of earth will do). A day’s march from the next day’s march, the love amongst us on a map. The map shows citadel, city in a dell, and abounding fields. The trees have effort to contend with. Bears chuff to excess in a workfarm spring. Something tall rises on the plain. Mills confirm the need for rivers. Troops stop where the food is. Terror provides the function for non-terror, in zones described as war-like. Pictures become words for people sighing. One sees a lack of food, or especial jewels, or the need for frocks made from bison. Another tower seems important for a nation’s existence, one taller than might. It will seem like tradition. You and I are left to explain.
that moment after that moment. democracy had been politically triumphant imagining full granaries as the effect of policy, but nothing had been done beyond. loosened grainy Spangles in a rock milieu. granaries unspent, granaries making marching, granaries fit for polis, granaries full of statements, granaries as burden, granaries as border, granaries startle gramercy, granaries tidal and the purpose of people. the effect of granaries on nerve endings, pointed mechanical granaries as speech, the sawtooth verity of granaries told to you, the fidelity of thinking granaries in the past, the overt mountains planned in granaries, a word for speech consistent with granaries and something human, the practice of offering the idea of systemic granaries in a distant cold day, the plenary stroke of future granaries in today’s exposed impedence begging your pardon, a granary will be thought of in time past. the average burden of a single grain, with time as reference.