Simple Theories

  Look locked in in straightforward carriage. Estuary proves the rich convocation's extent in watered minutes. Processes mix in natural quandary and the figure of  this living thing invokes mandatory minute. Landscape meets seascape in diatonic reverie. A dream of diatoms and ooze spends surplus in the garden. No one dreams but holds the connection. A compound of River, silt, and life lit states growth in beguine. A crest in anticipation joins crestfall memory, splurging to belong. Remember sweet water tumbling the landscape, and the ocean massif of steely salt. Wow, the lanes of living your inkling strays of memory. Music on the concourse.

  Mouse is mice, fostering human grandness by being small and lost from all purview. Mice like to mention things, wild, innate, cramped, constitutional things. They are small, like the wren with sherry left in the boilerplate. Mice make manyness, mostly from crumbs of the echelon. How human, with their little peeps impressing smaller to your world view. The single mouse you see in sooth becomes a throng, all curious and mitigating, as if life could be lived like that. Mouse has eyes that look like singular eyes, tho vision transplants in equable doubt. Mouse runs furrows thru snow with homing precision. You cannot share a castle or good tidings but let mouse invade the tablature. The sky seems just as great and greeting for the mouse as for you, but you know better.

  That day, that massed, looming day when knowledge knew what knowledge meant. A branch the size of a genuine branch greeted eyewitnesses with the speed of doubt upon the cold, grey, termagant-like waters of Loch Ness. Explain that with words sometime. Believers exist! Upon reflection--tho why spoil a good thing?--the branch became an otter of such magnificent size that astonishment rose to belligerent heights and the ghost of H P Lovecraft appeared as semblable forcefeed. All this dazzle and more surrounds the actual monster of legend, sunk in the precursorian deep of the Scottish lake. As we all know, Nessie, so called, stretches a goodly 300 yards or even some other number of swimming amplitude while scientifically existing like you when you are hungry. The world becomes a frame for saying outright, whether or not, and bagpipes truly exist. Over time and sometimes under, a monster makes your acquaintance. You should, however, just make your own. Even water of life contains exacting