Simple Theories

at the beginning of the hay dawn grey red and trees,  each word becomes particular and trees. union presides in the effort for the going children. ink was makes town, and people people. serious dew compels as cloud begins and simple split light. various other things include shadow such words have never been given. the pasture includes the same children that have been ignored. Human Time seems lively.

the new rich running time in particular whirld by edges in the discreet tree features and favour by soft motions the strict and seeming river elevates the moment behind the time the concept of time believes you are human

the pure remark of just even morning voiced not in vowels but some even murk unhanded in the even slew of water in the sky gently not even meaningly just saturated in the way even today begins again

This town with its pieces and film. Trade wars ape guerilla, vacate starting line. Dawn becomes elaborate junction in trip. Let us present ourselves to reigning why don’t we  monarch with some complex she They he it will fund with connection. Surprise  The word, decrees the sort who would. We are the custard pine appreciation consortium.

never been a law above the law or above in plain site law over low and low below the law.  get you there low in law in time. the low is lean and learned and only less a law. lean is learn, in the open plain. believe in the beaming in the beaming. a terrible within resides without.

Blue night takes hold Word elevate Or instrument  We have a tree In the in between green trim Talking words In grey elf night busting zero plant Rhyme of Jig or reel    (dance plop time sounds  alert tort for Crete avid poet-try that public thing arrival tone when Shit Head writers ride the fond O plaque sentence in opaque drive

The state as gorge  between instant rock and mode, memory and town. Vital scorn in effortless word slumps down long deep to no pity. The low deep peoples the town word one word, In language violin or tonic net. The state is vial children, apportioned judgment and freezing. Those words left and all that is left: the latest town and all that children.

In the trembling bias in which words organize eddies of world possible, trajectory remains a base function. Hear the trees in center, the trails of purpose and poring. Let the static of the state become new in colour, freshened in light. Turn towards the trusted chair, the solo mark on the invention of planet. The trees are drinking. Kind Person, take a breath.

gradually watermelon becomes then oracle tone Of green morning expanding blue To the tidal Center of the State