Rasputin was great the fire the beard the legend of rearing application and those eyes plus poison as the cure for poison the ways of polity in a crushing society he fed the breeze of theology to lovely definiteness and surely Ladies which is only good news as Mother Russia starves or radical and anyone can be swayed toward the ritual of graceless enemy the throng of theory propelled by a certain grease and ascertains elaborate confirmations of character dreck while foreseeing the rise of sinking culture parlayed to historical effect within the steel-girdered mysteries of a trodden populace for whom the vision or burden of monstrance becomes the colllective itself and a fine meal for Tsar and family until other molecular arrangements occur in the future of sinking past
The work becomes chiding of sunlight. The work is elegy and shaded. The principle ciphers as a god, in the way transience is purpose. Transience works this brief, ending fields, making trees concern. The hell of halting midway identifies the work of burning thru. Forever makes a sign. Sign makes worthy. Indeed the tramp of feet forward concludes any sentences but suggests more. Long sentences, stupid words. The caroling heard by Dante, brilliantine remorse for a better tide. The long road up from down, and turned around. The work then becomes the work now, as stained glass similitude. Anxious in the class structure of catastrophe, the baying song over all. Nothing to do but be done. Ruskin gave you papers to remind you. Slow battering concedes the earth in time. Time being functional and oblique. The worker inside sees the nation by exhalation. Transitive connection sports of culture. The class that ends becomes the class that begins, both left and right.
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