As things would have it, cardinals fall into the category of Nouns. No fault to them, happens to us all. Perhaps one should say they fly into the category, with their provocative right and left wings. Meanwhile, lingually correct bird stations at treetop and vocalizes meaningfully, subject: dusk, where and when. Cardinal has long reach. Flash of colour defines if definition even exists. The male flashes red. A rusty reddish finds female. You trip for consistency. Dichotomies instruct dichotomies. Any bird matches machinery of don't blink. Cautionary while you might crab. The cardinal has not changed it difference, just holds down a place. You don't say you noun, you think you are covering story. The last time you were appalled you were wrong. Your noun became a verb, the verb became a form. You went okay like the number one. Sorry, midflight.
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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