Too much light or heavily in the realm of sentence. Position closes with facts or data, or an emotion nodule. Words work, there. The force is farce as we remind ourselves, our chemical includes something. Each word on the merrie day rides something thunder. or perhaps the sentence after the sentence. Writing is the time between the people that are the time, except people don’t exist. Only the stable idea that stable ideas exist keep the inferences in line.
poems, fireflies...