Dash of the federated day. Those of the assertion bring death to George Butterick. The editor was a mask. We lost in timeless seems, and fitting everything to the practice of attack. Cloisters resist sentences. Fate resemblance stalls in logical supremacies. Try writing thru the gorgeous brisk language. Death is certain, and bite and bitter freshet of disruption. Butterick died with the weeds of Olson. We are not painted for factories or science scansion. Andrew Marvell stopped by an apple tree. Emily Dickinson changed Emily Brontë. Reference page dissolved into peers. Still, the river daze and leaping grasses: practicum of matter.
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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