Simple Theories

The state runs the fort. Trees become vacuum. We made a city from the death of turnips, one sentence at a time. Crucial leanings of trees suggest the passage of time. The clock of mountains comes apart. No reason exists to explain, a drawn picture in slippery lines will inevitably take shape. Here we are deciding in language needs. Plants have enzymes or some chemical thing that seems to work. Words merely get lost. Lost is the new way of finding. Picture a gathering. Insolent patterns appear. Microdiatribes float up for recognition. We make what we can. We can be heartened, it’s what we can do. We can look to arrange things but even the falling apart makes arrangement. College attracts spoors. Education has a crust. The town remains in mind. Pure fields cause laughter. Just a few nights ago the moon shone above trees with fair silk cloud explaining diaphanous by example. Plenty of time for that, and screeds. A logical basis might be needed to complete a trash can and it’s iron tongue....

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  colour in home city sorts snowflakes meaning some where or time the hills after trees roll disporting in time like verbs with precision out of time nowadays forest memory and season flame

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  among the words Buddha left  behind see the opposite of Buddha  Green planet Scudding In a minute  After all The smoke Moves  To other words the World moves  Toward nothing else and Probable cause

  Typically  a poem measures 8x10 in familiar units while weighing up to 10-12. A poem’s promoted weight, however, never matches universal standards; consumers rarely look for more. Indices prove hazy when in reference to vital states of mind. One can only hope for newer-styled vantages and lessees with equitable programs to bring fabulist content to the fore, thereby redeeming glacial impulses of each outburst in a work-study. Further horizons lurk in the sequestering impulse to execute practices of hayfields and rosy dawns slinking with nourishing dew, causing the chess pieces to fall into place. No sabotage can be too sweet. We shall all remember attempts to release the pride of angels, only to consecrate a sour dough. Established vacancies arise as new order while each penned poem composes itself in constituted sequence. Only timely consequences, vented thru rupture, can ease the certainty of reward. Dolour as a pump secures the direction. All patients must heed the warnin...

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