Simple Theories

  Teeming seems arresting in the moment but Water gathers in the gravity. All gravity apportions into meaning to. You drink, you cool, you rest. Entropy fills in peace. Radiant ground opens, a source appears, a name begins. Rock provides stasis in the livery of time. Have you looked forever in your shortest glance? Lodgers of gather in praxis shimmer. Landscape steers. Where somewhere has been: you could be racing. A leaf, a feather, once here. The end of stopping startles. Generosity. Stars fly expressly above the venturesome, attracted by the musical stylings of moss. Just moss, not lesser deities.  Practicar  muse formulation in so many, or few, words.  Words . Les fruits et légumes qui ne sont pas vendables sont jetés.

  Like the sun, one of the hottest presences in the what world of gleaming chips, Mercury pleads a fair case for rocks in space. Planets all dent mercurial perception and idle thoughts. Soothe yourself amidst landing spot in night squared. Mercury coalesces into too hot margin report and Money ventures down the drain. That rock reports uselessness in the Halls of Sun despite eager darkness as target and Dow Jones gravity as sentiment. Cramped island of nowhere to spend money, no spice islands allocated for the visionary vacuum, but whisper invents resolve. A mode of vaguely seen trips ideas of how fermenting aims go gusto with froth. Captain Burnedup wants to land a crate on this almost proven there while naive Mercurians insist on defeating the Sun for freehold. You already read that prospectus and your imagination now has fire. Perhaps the any cost will prove the salve for the wide scape in focus. Noble rock awaits your participation.

  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.