Simple Theories

  Staff must remain wonderful. Allow seizing things. Preparation is immaculate, fed by wellsprings. Decency will provoke softness-involved predicate. Sudden language will master. These tortuous ideas, lively gods, sunlight whiling the day, farm fresh as Idaho, and this address to you:  Not the common thread but days in the morning or evening. Working charm from flummox, diurnal, and radiant. Repeat is pleasure. The sky is blue for us. Machines share ordinary. We’ve been up since dawn. Traces were clearing and running swift. The very thought of foxes. Even crows are smooth. Old times are pennants swapping stories, floodgate banners, tracks in snow, egrets on one foot. We shall go our way, with green custodian.

  ready answer lifting inborn magma, supple vented inconclusions delivered as plenty, possible only as nothing, the clamorous senses rock piles, explore business/data/and, the pluvial forces of hear ing them, the bund register

  spurning legs to be more hands, losing standing but the thing still holds, no moment airy nothing stone, all those sounds become rhetoric or staying, necessity seen as a porch now, simplified human response to common, the bridge has a name, name has a place, idealoques re turn to the cool wet grass, and time is only spent away from you

  S cs uccinct dis function of billionaire asuras, proud in unitary direction, normative rich tempered roping, all words want that precise moment wanting moment, ferns fired in forest, cold sits in the nature of heat debating smoke of opulence no language contains, another human being does not, the least word would merely prevail

  the people people in name only  the world not an onion or specific venture upon known space but naming day after night tacit works colloquium barn storm captive grove in name always named  true the bison awakes thunder looks immense earth rush to sky  applaud the works of working together in now time the story  you out there

  in the country The woods Crows and starling  Simple Farm The earth   and we say poetry jn darling words just like weeds 

Poppy in divinity porcelain, No. Moment squandered In dilatory ar Rangement press. a scosh returns as clarity. Dogma starts with shambles. think crows and brambles. the wind worth a whistle.