Hunt like animal in the predawn immediate. Past words to the garden. The place inside the words of where plus going. Going is the name of here without really seeing thru.
Same day of the week as music, reading the cloud of sky. The climbing in attention strikes the green right. The highest tree unfolds, for spring is a document.. Well to read the document. Any word becomes precise, if this is only this. We learn the hard way structured, the response. The town awaits the children.
I matter, made reef imagination, but thought So, close, read thing until thing really thing, allowed thing, In matter of moment, each Moment mater, now report all Respect and report. Town floats over Sea of Con sti tu Tion. You read dat, town Sized marvel.
Martian Foam Poetry brashly estimates words as conjunctions with alleys, breathing space, and particle theory. A particle is essentially a whole. In Martian Foam Poetry, the beginning of a screed predicts versions of weather and inclement thought. Martian Foam Poetry reduces twinkle and inkling in the larger issue of tunesmith, vagary, and constant pressure from the wheat beers of our time. Martian Foam Poetry all aghast, strips clean the acting particles and resorts to non-equity players. This is your poetry, The Martian Foam Poets chuckle. This is not a carrot.
It's all right today, the town is open. Trees remain elf-like with thoughts of tire tracks. The sun holds its own. The flight of the Magna Carta brings elegant news, bass drum. Find a perfect stone for your rain now. Elf-like bucket improves the idea of trees. Trees simplify the fancy clouds above.