The moon slides above contact. You know the feeling. Fine-tuned Straining at engagement with a weighty parish-flourishing in obese dark stabling oboe of time looks like cursive to your eyes. An optimal space between words agitates in lunar regimen. It must take time to be ordinary. Seating cannot Be fooled. Words practice vagary for your base schrod. Not your problem, however. Just Reanimate time with floral approval. A sentence can't free infrared, the basic fees resist. Watch the moon stop being in the space where meaning once held. Fanatics will poise again, making infractions part of life in 11/4 time. Another month, another meant, another slight green thing in the light. And you the consequence.
The work becomes chiding of sunlight. The work is elegy and shaded. The principle ciphers as a god, in the way transience is purpose. Transience works this brief, ending fields, making trees concern. The hell of halting midway identifies the work of burning thru. Forever makes a sign. Sign makes worthy. Indeed the tramp of feet forward concludes any sentences but suggests more. Long sentences, stupid words. The caroling heard by Dante, brilliantine remorse for a better tide. The long road up from down, and turned around. The work then becomes the work now, as stained glass similitude. Anxious in the class structure of catastrophe, the baying song over all. Nothing to do but be done. Ruskin gave you papers to remind you. Slow battering concedes the earth in time. Time being functional and oblique. The worker inside sees the nation by exhalation. Transitive connection sports of culture. The class that ends becomes the class that begins, both left and right.
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reanimate the ordinary moon
straining to be
the feeling in a sentence
of cursive words agitating
lunar fanatics to flourish
between the weighty eyes of light
poised to resist being fooled
in the dark, just for once,
by contact with the obese part
of a consequence,
and you.
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