ious deities of light and murder establishes this moiety of rumoured crisis. Warm rises like royalty on the pounce. It meets the pressured orb cold of world seen as world. The deities, yay, but hold tight. As afterthought of some middling, you watch and wait. Electrical charge represents ontological condition, except ontology doesn't exist, not yet anyway. Why should it, the battle is won and lost. A beautified bolt snaps to the clouds--id est deities--and sparks fly with frolicsome danger. The flash produces blind assent including, but not exclusive to, the death of Death. By all accounts, all accounts have something to say. So lightning happens, just as nothing does. Tied to this alarming chariot we have the knell of thunder. It booms with practical voice and are we fucked? Does it matter? The train-like sound travels 160 yards a second and becomes your neighbour. You must hold it all together or fetch a wildling: either way is fine. The deities, gods and goddesses we call them, powers, extraneous meddling, the entire momentous swarm realizes condition. You become entranced because what reasons have you to not? Rain, meanwhile, feeds the garden and the flood.
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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