Look on the
Pondside with
Littoral ex
cursion
See bumble
bEe intrusion
The Bear down
the Road that
barn down the
Road fret
Trinkets open
Desultory
doors min
Utes after
Minutes
Phlogiston
the town
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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