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.
It begins with a scanning of light, a settlement of words. The lightly fracture of Bird sound begins in the office of seeing. Not sentiment but sense, as cool as Green in the Early days. Pasture resists nonpasture, no one Refers to none. All remains including nothing. Morning Is belief and there simply there. Tides go freshly to the point.
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