Beginning, Flakes of hurt heat in a one place. This becomes where the word of beginning starts to begin. Shade of light. Annals sit among words and beginning. People the listeners or understand the power of saying so. Those extraordinary the Beings In The Beginning After The Clouds And More Or Less All. Fog borne affection of the gods, clouds certainly from. The clouds were present but they passed. In one word they said one word and all of it. The world was possible by degree, even unto the smallest, even unto the largest. This was when doing beginning, the Deities. There trees and rocks to speak of. Energy and claims, from night to almost night. Rising in upwards becomes water and the matter of wet. Its voice and that purpose. The emergent word of that saying, voiced as time by time. A regular seeming of almost plenitude full of that one word. Or another, who to say. More beginning to fix the last starting of beginning just the right word. And so anyway, After The More Of Clouds a light grew a light of afterward, much like now but before. This was the moment of that moment, or just a little after. In that exact space, in that exact time. The largest beginning ever before or after, in so many words or just one big elite interjection. And from that, there known as there, where here becomes now and now then. Amen, forward and behind.
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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