At the beginning of a sentence one notes the presence of Babylon as a distinct locus obscured by moral blandishment. The sentence proceeds as a cultural thought then rises to viscous voices and smoke rendered as forgetting. All this, one sentence, and building a mere paragraph. Ousels and doves follow the darkening sky
cosmos
shining plan
varied only in
hierarchy
thoughts of
green
apples and
explosions
the next
best hold on
the people till
the city turns
to light
it might
in active
commerce and
desperation
just that
rumble
of battle
so sensible
and well
activated
for the future
of this past
in mind
the script
unravels in
saint and snake
loser
take all
to language’s
pithy end
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