Dawn becomes satisfied with the ash of night. It seems permanent in the country and transversing the land, but islands disappear everyday. Eke of colour from the center, presenting now as a transitive purpose. Vantage light fills the cave of sentence. Time patch not holding. A slick, ragù-voiced preamble turns grey to pink. Call it totally dope, an occasion to speak. Light supervises, your reference establishes your reference. Passage frames the esplanade and maybe you perceive. Look, tho, whales sound in the sky, big as endeavor. Ships pass, sargasso nonny nonny, but now you see transit flying like Mercury. Clearly in motion, shadows have lost momentum, more like a practice. The palimpsest looks set. Practice dawn from over night to smaller minutes still. Hold still and stiller still. You wake or think you do. Stand down, mordantly drawn frame of angels we have heard are high.
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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