During the reign of grey rocks, some told oxidized, some gloomy quartz, some even sandy grit. In the transit of time before time into the earth but also after time, the rock grew fabled. Increase is earth, abetted by the long year light. And life as proscription dotted the meager firm plains. Thus deities in the motion towards such extremity as of reverse of obverse, were mulct and sped. Life as a keen subject produces a tale of wordless friction. Days needed language to follow guffaws and grunts. Corn must grow abetting, and deep carrot of information. Dulcet trees must presume the land. The snorting mulled thinking people in presence must begin a-singing of ramparts and spatial liberty. Lillibulero. Cattle looked slightly while grunting in the tender place, the Age of Anything Else. And so parts become, or only almost.
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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