You notice as Spring becomes that something rises thru the stalks of trees. The rising coincides with events of other plants, other life forms, other places of approach. You may even ask yourself or whatever listens if you are a tree, or a branch of today. All instants are just instances and the sky chooses blue. Rascals of movement may invade or other songs, or grey stands for black can't help. No lesson needs learning, just the words or leaving. The memorable seed contracts as basis then numerals start to play. You have propinquity to elaboration and its music for the time it takes to think so. Baseless flying subverts the mood then numbers start to exist. Nothing seems to matter then seeming to matter seems to matter. But that means nothing to flights of legal franchise. Jump again.
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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