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.
From the thing itself, beyond seasoned aptness. Life is like living but blurred by you were listening. Aspect ratio telemetry in myriad languages smooth as rocks approaches time to look. Words piece together things or things find words. Endlessness is a choice, written big in words as shiny as geese. Words simply take the time in radiation and radical point. Stein wrote the heft of nothing special, start there or whatever. You can slowly adjust the franchise, commodity's inner workings. Subglacial quips, subliminal washouts, frantic azure in the breeze of frosty Friday: these special sparking hallways slyly enjoin. Maybe you read too much into reading too much. Further on is where you’ll stay.
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