Something to read in the clear light. Immediate tree and partaking bird. Read indigo as dark dash. Bunting provides a thin woolen stuff, chiefly for flags and signal. As a bird however the nature becomes massive. Confederated in the moment of observation then strapped to ideal, until ideal fades at sunset. The immediate tree remains, shadowed from and equal to futurity while fancy machinations envelope slow beaming across fields in mind. But then the bird there in function of clear light. The function a rose, simply. Tidal wash up the shore for each ever of breath.
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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