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.
Walking is not walking if Gertrude chooses not to walk. The premise: Gertrude Stein is not walking. She may be on a boat, not walking, crossing the wide ocean sea. Leaving inevitable France but not walking. Dramatic but not walking. Sentenced but not walking. There were days of walking but not this day. Reading or just looking but not walking.There were sentences full of walking but not walking. Talking maybe but not walking in or out. A time lived and walking was done then if not now. It was a doing and it was a done. Not forgetting Alice who may have had walking done or even doing. The annals say Leo Stein walked along, up to and including the degree of not walking, along. Those flower names walked along, Matisse, Picasso, Laurencin, in varieties. An adding war or two closed or opened anything jump. Apollinaire in the historical. Languages of shapes and sizes bounding for just the time and a little beyond. And that was the how sentence. In that time but also forward until readi...
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