What grain of itinerant reward skips vowels for the exquisite express train of consonants? Those prone , regal, smack-sounding rays of infinite clunk concern us. The consonant has a whisker and a home in any framework. Whisker means whisky, and the absolute donnish flight, so you should pray with equilaterals. Meantime, the votive of word, squeezed in sound, consumes a throttle-minded spurning debris. We sink, having seen sentences with words of all kinds. Suddenly the mixture of consonants and vowels makes sense. The word is Worcester. Woo, stir: why do we need verbs? Verbs include and conclude with abetment and tankard. Yes, tankard, the whisky that means something, from earth peat memory of the scent of some day until you find that the word is arranged differently. Each word regales its own self, if self is appropriate here in this context. Context conveys the consonant and the vowel each as equals and persistent. Spoken is part way. Written is part way. Other words feign other words. Then the document, called poem, exudes its gaseous state. Sun. Sun is the season, full of iris, passing lilac, dots on maps. To conclude is deference. We reach a poem. This block of words, a paragraph for some, hovers for its own. Its own is yours. Drink up, whisky one.
The work becomes chiding of sunlight. The work is elegy and shaded. The principle ciphers as a god, in the way transience is purpose. Transience works this brief, ending fields, making trees concern. The hell of halting midway identifies the work of burning thru. Forever makes a sign. Sign makes worthy. Indeed the tramp of feet forward concludes any sentences but suggests more. Long sentences, stupid words. The caroling heard by Dante, brilliantine remorse for a better tide. The long road up from down, and turned around. The work then becomes the work now, as stained glass similitude. Anxious in the class structure of catastrophe, the baying song over all. Nothing to do but be done. Ruskin gave you papers to remind you. Slow battering concedes the earth in time. Time being functional and oblique. The worker inside sees the nation by exhalation. Transitive connection sports of culture. The class that ends becomes the class that begins, both left and right.
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