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.
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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