Simple Theories

  Voicing sly resolution and return with gracious intensity, the loon practices where space is. It breeds in downtown north total expanse, with and without qualifying bids. The best voice slides across lake and loon dunks in water too. Smart topic sentences arise on the entrance of space while place names disappear. You should read the words. Loons travel for north but remain  right here . Imagine the curiosity (if you can). By yodelling loons claim territory, which you cannot do to any useful effect. Also by circling they map their mote of earth.  Gavia immer , northern diver, is the god you think you want to think you always want to need. You may be right.

  Before rock was assigned, rock lived molten, just like you. The furry gardens of earth rendered magma as nature, and you had a home. Rock filled in the map, with odd locutions and fanciful tests. Ages happened and words crept out. Rock became the essential toy of fabrication until tree could be useful. Rock settled in place but also chanced to roam. Thus your footing. Tree became later after the ocean figured out time. Rock made reminders. If you ever stood on a bridge, you know. You really  don't  know, of course, but you can hear what others say. The Sun as a molten candle looks good today, and tomorrow rock will sing. In a matter of time a matter of time will appear. You can become the rock that knows this, this rock. That will be later, when you’ve been enough rock.