There was an alphabet but the n-word took it away. The other words went. Fire filled a room full of Republicans or andirons. The alphabet merely stood stringent in reference to the call for more idioms that alert a reader to more variance in autonomy. The ending of a sentence demands another sentence, or certitude of the statement's cessation. Words cease in their provocation, unless someone thinks. Thinking endorses the alphabet and lets loose. Words come along.
It begins with a scanning of light, a settlement of words. The lightly fracture of Bird sound begins in the office of seeing. Not sentiment but sense, as cool as Green in the Early days. Pasture resists nonpasture, no one Refers to none. All remains including nothing. Morning Is belief and there simply there. Tides go freshly to the point.
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