Eagle have the look, and marketing does the rest. In a world of Jazzercize(r), and—be honest—a bit more Jazzercize(r), eagles remain staunch symbols of mighty whatever and the glory thereof. Words need not count in meaning, people just make words mean as they see fit. Like the very Thunderbird of legend, Eagle has the mojo of a movie star albeit one with an appetite for rabbits and large mice. Eagle flies like an avalanche from the sky or a trampoline with wings, or maybe a bowling alley from heaven or thereabouts. The bald eagle performs the best example of warlike wonderful, so important to the gullible and grandiloquent. Eagles eat what they eat, mostly bending down from the sky of skies. We shall forego further discussion of diet because the world is too much with us. No matter. Symbolic Eagle makes the sauce. That's the poetry of writing like poetry, right there, for noblest purposes. The sticky parts of religion and politics flare up to the top of Eagle space. Eagle provides the meaning of meaning in the cushioned throb of patriotic intent. No Eagle fault: seeming isn’t being.
From the thing itself, beyond seasoned aptness. Life is like living but blurred by you were listening. Aspect ratio telemetry in myriad languages smooth as rocks approaches time to look. Words piece together things or things find words. Endlessness is a choice, written big in words as shiny as geese. Words simply take the time in radiation and radical point. Stein wrote the heft of nothing special, start there or whatever. You can slowly adjust the franchise, commodity's inner workings. Subglacial quips, subliminal washouts, frantic azure in the breeze of frosty Friday: these special sparking hallways slyly enjoin. Maybe you read too much into reading too much. Further on is where you’ll stay.
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