Simple Theories

  This century with its daylight and affordable framework. Note peace signs engraved on circle logic. Tams practicing formidable heads while daylight fritters treason and swaying boat. Engined youth fart sports for the populace with romantic severance pay and appalling locals. The bias brand of traveling artlessly foments with vivid sparks. Comfy um union leaders idealize breakage. Fond frequencies found in paleontology OR doctors Of fish cabal circle fractious data as then spraying radial inklings at rampant speed. All this teaches random Bette by stray nuclear findings. Make an elite posture out of hay and grasses while ongoing moose in the forest gloom. Naturally this is today’s susurrance, forgetting umpteenth testament again.

  Lightning as a period, vacuum as a quotient. Let’s return to the beginning. That flash of recognition: fear, surprise, illumination, shock, spontaneity, sudden mountain. Noise arrives in a moment, when words begin. Darkness beyond brightness into the maw of darkness, again. Only one moment can be  here , brief in the eternity you imagine. Posit freighted vacuum. That lightning without even mentioning fear. With whom do you share that beam. Every all attainable, and shattered hulls for us indeed.

  before the palace of Agamemnon in Argos, strange ducks, wild winds of gods temper the warm day, strange ducks in flight, trees in moment, strange ducks as signs, the wind carries the sound, strange ducks certain in voice, the gods have to speak

  After you have seen going away, you become part of going away. The little things like time, the big things like leaves. A cast off wind intercedes with clouds. The sun becomes bold wily claimant of darkness. Birds react like they never knew. The sun resembles those birds. Dynasties build on eclipses. Moments of entropy make sense. Green postures of trees. You fit in time quite well, too well, a well. A day was a day but isn’t now. Margins have been declared. Each apocalypse takes time, especially as described in these texts. You saw the shadow pass.

 Port city   Bay coastline   67   views of a   blackbird   on security   cam “Why should not we have a poetry and philosophy of insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us, and not the history of theirs?” Nature Ralph Waldo Emerson

  Just some gravid green in space between. Moss brings plenty. A typical species can be seen above. Like you,  Sphagnum can be commercially harvested as peat. And in the end, period. A Coltrane of excitement decides just edges of the spreading mat. Thus mapped, you may feel equipped. Moss offers a simple breath, with imagined outskirts. Dashing forever just gives your name away. Resident moss expounds nothing beyond the very tract. You get used to knowing this.