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.
From the thing itself, beyond seasoned aptness. Life is like living but blurred by you were listening. Aspect ratio telemetry in myriad languages smooth as rocks approaches time to look. Words piece together things or things find words. Endlessness is a choice, written big in words as shiny as geese. Words simply take the time in radiation and radical point. Stein wrote the heft of nothing special, start there or whatever. You can slowly adjust the franchise, commodity's inner workings. Subglacial quips, subliminal washouts, frantic azure in the breeze of frosty Friday: these special sparking hallways slyly enjoin. Maybe you read too much into reading too much. Further on is where you’ll stay.
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