Simple Theories

  Beginning, Flakes of hurt heat in a one place. This becomes where the word of beginning starts to begin. Shade of light. Annals sit among words and beginning. People the listeners or understand the power of saying so. Those extraordinary  the  Beings In The Beginning After The Clouds And More Or Less All. Fog borne affection of the gods, clouds certainly from. The clouds were present but they passed. In one word they said one word and all of it. The world was possible by degree, even unto the smallest, even unto the largest. This was when doing beginning, the Deities. There trees and rocks to speak of. Energy and claims, from night to almost night. Rising in upwards becomes water and the matter of wet. Its voice and that purpose. The emergent word of that saying, voiced as time by time. A regular seeming of almost plenitude full of that one word. Or another, who to say. More beginning to fix the last starting of beginning just the right word. And so anyway, After The More Of Clouds a

  Needing mountains, Mountains grew. Deities made sense. Dominions approve surety. Needing oceans, Oceans by unlimited splashy handful arrives. Deities. Needing rivers, Rivers were sent. Deities. Needing radioactive ball in sky, Radioactive Ball In Sky warmly appears. Deities. Unbending day and day. Needing crow, crow arrives.  Crow!  Crow came fast, sliding across sky as needed. Plenty wind. Ringing of voices. Communal vibration and chorus. Exemplar thru the days amongst nova of bird. Needing Tree. Tree arises in deep years, fulcrum light, busy shade Deities, Earth, and Sky. Written on where writing is. Listening arrived much later. Breeze of attention, gentle temblors, suddenly the sky.

  The cat-like Sanskrit ligature for  om  moves quickly. Precision seems like law as a child, the voices and signs. Clouds don’t weigh, they fill perfect in the world like perfect. A pictured cloud understands. Hand it to Crow, willing to bleat while pawing the air. Another stands before, and another, even the air feels contingent. Drum beat and paced steps, boil in place. War tribes filling bagpipes sort of way to meander. Anything distinct can be improved while language or just gesture. Thru all the time and busted heart, distance as breath, the instinct of caring, outright. One word at a time until complete, or whatever Dante says in distraction to the Seafarer. Throughout the poem, the speaker explores the.

  Obviously I come crunching from particular sensitive sky. From the  Time When Aged , stood I, more height than average, convex. Sunlight as a tool, and guided. Close to the wind, able saturate, long time words. As monsters plenitude speak I up. The rage of darkness and aghast, invention of future London. Who can tool the most, selecting monsters daily as rife, me that is. Chilled maximum while crow hoka hey the sky. I am better crow, better fox, furthermost shrug. Imagine the surrounding singing, the completed din, the people as printed. Swam a fardel, from passive aggressive flew like a voice past mute sayings. Singing  whoa, hoka hey , extra exclamation points pointing to upward. In transit warding for pride and prospect, the needed always. Thunder sword, heap big, and provocative. And my list now entails your small sentence muddy paw. I will, tho, Beowulf. Crying out loud  Beowulf .