Simple Theories

  Imagine some big clerical of some unex plained god head fiddle some mighty catch And in awe of that somewhat. Deities stand a vision of believable legs and friable purpose. Scan any trouble and fleet voice from specific clouds with ornery transparency springs towards opulence. Notable tree deploys to the middle of thinking of grass in a minute while sly bird of dawn voice pretends package of mystery. Deities argue with precise fruit, blossoming fields, even brown discouragement over years that never start. Agency only flies to particulars. Heroes have names and open questions but whirl as turbines in rare registers. Poems lack shades of even that but try bracing volcano while looking at the ceiling. The gods hate the feeling of somewhat.

  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.

  Wind in blue saturate sky. Wild license clings to Heron a cross the sky, wings wide. Crow crowds with crow and purpose. Land and sky Tree trembles for ruly wind, exacting exalt. Buttress of beaver in intention. Solar flare and the powers, wise creatures, wield secrets so secret that they remain in plain sight.

  Dante himself, in dish of time, sprung loose from the inviolable. His transitive verbs and bold abeyance starting soothly midway. But anyway is all the way, all where once for all. So the ecclesiaste and inconclast, piece of exploded truck tire in the road. Fortunately Virgil being explicitly someone strategizes and light beam. The course freights ramification, tour de force. Abject raiment in the infernal chorus. The scold haptic sunlessness documents, secrets so secret. Neighbors and exemplars, documentary distress. Focus groups invent walls, narrow passages, exceeding trek. Common people notarized. Getting to the bottom. Of it.  Ecchymosis  is a dark purple spot, rendered as wound, sign of some. Dante bows to the master, forces of sunlight, and danger.