The Sameness of Such A Place

 The blue part of green sorts fine particles from life, suns, seasons, songs. Yellow excruciates, which is old as hat. The old hat typically fields black, brown, or grey, the basis of eyes. Few listen, meaning becomes crowded. Green makes sound of vitality outspend practice. Economy proves justice machine-made pronto. You may have feelings, moody singularities. You'll notice adjustments to make. What we keep in the green light tomorrow will bear sanctions and bitter tribunals. In the wake of everlasting disappointment a religion of brown errors occludes the determination of weeds. Belief is that simple and crowning. Letters poise for perfect words while Analgesic pathways line with numbness. The transaction that occurs harbors frets yet sunlight falls to the green still leaf. Certain words make uncertain ones.