Simple Theories

  A warm sensation after all, and before you can let go. Transitive exult in watering pattern. An adventure of filing forth translates into words or bare sonic release. The trees have heaven squared. You can talk like that today. News straightens the verb tense. The continents shake out. Pluvious blue billows of transport, as the poem goes. And it cannot help but go. A leaf reports as liege, a worm wriggles in the duff.

  When the waters of blood rise, you have your earthquake. You have to be close and tight and in the city. Funding for rankle will reach accord. No fault can be extended but faultlines. A noise will fill constitution, as if people concerned. Towers like ash. Votes contain corporations in the late aesthetic. Darkness in connection with darkness, geologic moon tide. Here your resolution invades the down. Lowered expectations rise to prominence. The country has become a piece of lost wood. You don’t know the reach of fire anymore. Anyway, the quick detachment, onerous satiety in exclusive precincts, a big town dropping down. Let the rumble be the music for the last time you looked.