The winch of preternatural mountain voices echoes in the most even of ears. The wee votive folk lock in askance but coupled. Mountain glares from the heights of investiture. A piece of exploded truck tire composes the little part of the world. Tree idea forms, and dryad enough so. So dryad finds tree, tree dryad. Busy Deities in the shadows of afterthought and glacial remove report close gesture. Tree heard sentence. Practical distances grow vague and astonishing. No meanwhile exists, only moment grows. The look of danger expedites the fear from unguarded Deities. They have big imagined quickly, on the skirts of all time. O muse, the causes and the crimes relate.
It begins with a scanning of light, a settlement of words. The lightly fracture of Bird sound begins in the office of seeing. Not sentiment but sense, as cool as Green in the Early days. Pasture resists nonpasture, no one Refers to none. All remains including nothing. Morning Is belief and there simply there. Tides go freshly to the point.
Comments