mad republicans that do not permit assimilation, closed dairies, never enough water for the fires, spectres of con stitution, if only the imagination could hold, the fires bear no anger, just purpose placed upon seeking purpose, sullen animal sounds, brilliant bright containers for things described, word for word, like a republican landing on a stone again, the word for again is again
incarcerated weeds striving up the sky. Thunder Bird among any knowing. prime ratchet, the sting is true. each bend of time asserted. Fleabane deities flocking the sky. Each knowing stands known. or possible flight to a newer sky. as time goes by. Radials as radicals, ladders in disguise. singing intends to sing, with rhythmic repetition. backed up to the time out of mind, sky over heaven, guided as missiles.