This tree bears plain expectation. Other trees remain definite, still causative, without compunction but carrying clarity of appurtenances. Such. Go back, then, you have seen the caring, sustaining life by roots, fruits, leaves, and grass bright spot union. In the sooner dust you can reapply, across the field and into. The day won’t prove lone, more like a hand clasp, a kiss, a just word in time, seeing as you can.
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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