River makes a patient request: be kind while passing thru. You could be a flood or drainage, succour or transport. All rivers have a starting point, which creates a strange affliction. Look around. Goals create human space and the round earth and the rounder sun set return. People remain busy thru all the circuits and graduation instilled by global thinking. River just goes. Going frames meaning with jocular intent. Take Osun River in Nigeria, named after a YouTube goddess, as example: consider all the human space ignored by River's travel. Meanwhile words brush against words while gravity trains River flow forward. Here and Elsewhere prove identical. Nothing changes but the will, written upon leaves floating on the. Tracks in space and a due regard, this is what we’re handed as sleek willows float away away, loving mindful.
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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