Simple Theories

The easy tree eventually travels to swan. The meantime of swan pours for water's reserve. Champions swill the peso. In these days of no days, the great microphone. It cannot repair aqueducts, this same day delivery. Portals open. A nervy abundance requires a formed foundation. Meaning seeps in. You cannot stay in the garage.

Ten words with a strong violation of practical sense render now possible old teeming when the sentence goes loosened goose. A flock of even more than marvel flips the sky for a profile dalliance. A flock of words, counting to ten, and then a sentence makes a parade. We write poems in our dreams. Our dreams read poems and a flock. As words soon prepare more words, and a poem is only when a crow could stop action, then it has to be Christmas, just to make sense of winter. Now the practice renders a standard and picture. We have poems to bring to neighbours. We sit by the door.