After you have seen going away, you become part of going away. The little things like time, the big things like leaves. A cast off wind intercedes with clouds. The sun becomes bold wily claimant of darkness. Birds react like they never knew. The sun resembles those birds. Dynasties build on eclipses. Moments of entropy make sense. Green postures of trees. You fit in time quite well, too well, a well. A day was a day but isn’t now. Margins have been declared. Each apocalypse takes time, especially as described in these texts. You saw the shadow pass.
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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