Darting semaphore of crows in sky, on ground, amongst and beyond. They weather. Green things begin with nuclear device. Flicker or cascade in the servient moment as a tree or daffodil. The earth owns a warm, moist crust of preservation. Occult peonies appear, rhyme transforms, you can’t be kidding. You’ve heard the same words in collective tones. Walk a field as a drum, in boom consent. The sun shines into overcast. Water flows very familiar, Concord to Merrimack to the Gulf of Maine. Human tides on course, watched equally by crow and rabbit. Everything affects constitution. The circle begins where the circle began.
Walking is not walking if Gertrude chooses not to walk. The premise: Gertrude Stein is not walking. She may be on a boat, not walking, crossing the wide ocean sea. Leaving inevitable France but not walking. Dramatic but not walking. Sentenced but not walking. There were days of walking but not this day. Reading or just looking but not walking.There were sentences full of walking but not walking. Talking maybe but not walking in or out. A time lived and walking was done then if not now. It was a doing and it was a done. Not forgetting Alice who may have had walking done or even doing. The annals say Leo Stein walked along, up to and including the degree of not walking, along. Those flower names walked along, Matisse, Picasso, Laurencin, in varieties. An adding war or two closed or opened anything jump. Apollinaire in the historical. Languages of shapes and sizes bounding for just the time and a little beyond. And that was the how sentence. In that time but also forward until readi...
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