Setting the record straight, maple trees have no navel, what people quaintly call a belly button. Navels stand as a human pressure point indicating birthing process and the thought of antecedents. Such reflects an overweening concern with where time goes, if it exists at all. In contrast, maples simply startle. They proclaim the news and nuance of downtown wonderful. Well-prognosticated to beam colours at certain times, maples like to dash. Some breeds act like weeds, so humanly unproductive. No need to worry that. The factory system requires effort. The bugs know. So do the rocks amidst the striving roots. Chlorophyll must go until chlorophyll must be gone. The leaves then return to hidden colour, a meaning in tight sentencing. By then, Spring and Summer have finished beaming, and Autumn trolls the designate in language much like Keats' eye or any other sweep of field. Useful bell tones, utter sky, and scanning forward plans the document in the brightest. Let your navel contemplate that.
Walking is not walking if Gertrude chooses not to walk. The premise: Gertrude Stein is not walking. She may be on a boat, not walking, crossing the wide ocean sea. Leaving inevitable France but not walking. Dramatic but not walking. Sentenced but not walking. There were days of walking but not this day. Reading or just looking but not walking.There were sentences full of walking but not walking. Talking maybe but not walking in or out. A time lived and walking was done then if not now. It was a doing and it was a done. Not forgetting Alice who may have had walking done or even doing. The annals say Leo Stein walked along, up to and including the degree of not walking, along. Those flower names walked along, Matisse, Picasso, Laurencin, in varieties. An adding war or two closed or opened anything jump. Apollinaire in the historical. Languages of shapes and sizes bounding for just the time and a little beyond. And that was the how sentence. In that time but also forward until readi...
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