This is the Showing forth of the Inquiry, the distance between this place and that time. Remember that Athenians and Peloponnesians bragged of antecedent grounds of complaint. Straining gods Luminous as the end of verbs, stationed patently in waterfall emotive cloud line. Bold rock noun expresssing direct and perceived moderation in monsters of every stripe. This thunder and that lightning seem bountiful and persistent, like the full range or Beowulf’s startling sword. A poem stops in time. Now filled with the helium of air, heroes create punctuation for the sake of punctuation, as the gods have decreed. Splendid rites and requirements boost last shreds of republican sheepish glory while simple metals remain in dirt. Renown scrounged from the barest motile moment while Beowulf darts ahead. The so called gods will always be pleased.
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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