Building small documentary pyramids to bide time while time, in a word, spins. The class of limestone, the advantage of local, the geometry of lyric. Pyramidal sands, pyramidal wind of all the only gods, the best, till hopped up pyramid for a plastered grandee future. Join now in the inevitable windblown sand and key of desolation. Logocentric crisis mode avast at serial town, grown to city weight on the bluff features of rocklike Earth. Pyramid holds the space of time for this gathering. Include graves and legacy, statues and stick, see the far end of forever, envision kinetic daisy. Hear then the land scar records over the course of time, inundations great and small. Granaries invest for the dry time, round about this imagined time again.
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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