Neighing trees gather together become a flock. Now is time, sorted. Comsys linked to boulevard, the traveling, thus forest. Urbane in instance the forest particulates relate in droves and nexus. And you skipped along the path. Precious regiments of literate all sorts mix mingling beginning. Forest engaged. You might not have words. The idea seems too luscious to arrive, and the pressure from instants and documentary drone. High notes of bagpipes in native crush. People seem demonstrative, like chords of the canon. Trees freshen emblems but more still rises. A squirrel is a tail dragged thru the duff. Someday you will stream in the wash, after conflicted. Pure Moebius strata rank incline day. Stopgap semaphore till sense makes. Perhaps we can arrive together. Emily Dickinson’s dust rag.
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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