Simple Theories

  Donald’s low valence dying measures the smallest ut most possible  packaged plum pageantry in the molecules between nothing  lights shine all angel grift to astonish the elsewhere beams  maybe the possible becomes possible by words only  now means now to the exclusion of then  thank those close and reaching Martians for an alien sense of virtue

  Across lean tar pits of localised conveyance, news from sadly nowhere and other quackery. The entire rich crunch vibrates to the center, where stopping begins. Look where the adjectives go. The people as multiplied assumption and ducking away show causation by tumbleweed drift. Moral code exists as prosecution, pronounced as caring. Nuclear rocks decompose, discompose. Stictures from the one god populates the beaten numbers between us. We can all die with advantage to hear the startling judgment. The bonfire of Babylon made happiness exist. We cannot squeeze more love from this rock. Donald’s day has spoken, mellifluous tar.

  Read it, pain is a momentary agreement of feeling within time as a marvel. Intersecting lines meet without volition, smack that second. Whitehead wrote something in a clearing, illustrating something and a clearing. We went along, together, brillianting and set. Love wholly covers while owing nothing. Hearing a set tune, a folk astonishment, a meeting place, something written in a reach. The time now is just the time now, here so we can at this morning now, once more.