11) stem of icy since the
freezing. still as endless
snow, as vertical snow, as horizon
snow and peace left to the
rock. slump of deploring, confused, and
dusty off of
period. the period ends a
sentence only slightly.
colours force an issue of light.
danger radiates and the feeling sternly moves the buttress of tree in the wake of morning tide.
a singular component of setting.
crap shoot chill deeper than terrible vocabulary cares. slight drop in pent up, slowed with the slow molecules, pitched top this end. a greying around the edges of words, even as the winter stops another risk. dream as sleep. trembling executes further orders. picture is a rascal.
draining as cold hint, knobbed littoral, a pining for sun. askance detracts from the very, reasoning that full on becomes a fall. we manage a minute, particle, the drawing of lens picture.
statement of a Tibet, milder tea, lost mountain wave, surety as a [political range. features smear in weathering gloom, but no one's listening. this is the fable of share.
winter isn't endable.
charges across the remnant field, a death of Pol Pot, an inauguration of George Bush, a study of the ring around. colder yet, using viable terms, nothing seems to stay. attendant smirk looks hopeful, we're not strong enough to guess.
12) Under Well
deliver letter to 52 years. swim particular thru cold as totals mount. snow will come. bound to die in a breathless word. that word is only a letter, small, and could be left. it demands an inception. a book of language until frozen. until fear of frozen. until rocks on the top and bottom, frozen. a silly wind of word left. it left the planet and all its belongings. it left as quietly as dark could make. it simply made another sentence.
these are trial days and tones of covered rush. there is no daffodil plenty but the excuse to plan. a haze becomes a reticence, which binds a path to staring. once we start out, narrative intends the rest.
taxi finding
wealth a
minute yet as
always angles
demonstrate captive
article.
poised to rebel
against the
sameness fitting
allowed trope to
hall, down which
process, after which
wide open and
beaming. the sun
arises in
all hemispheres.
eager in date of falling. insofar as little versed, yet darkness plunge a reference, winter nail, cost as hating any named thing.
peerage sense of structure lobs a big mayhem machine in any valid direction. it is made of topics and it means something curled. a word or two to define the pent, the strain and reading, now a gloom is for anything. snow falls and wind rises, grey is all the beginning left to us. so we storm and storm.
13) Letter, Sentence, Saw
not periods of time but mild statements, particular to the climate. eager to inhale the last drop of spring arch, the way our hands hold anything and we are together. but the cold is white, asking for something. do the cards spread upon the table explain a hidden moment, or is the poem only half expressed? a sheet of snow, upon which to draw conclusions. a shame or even more of a point. we could discuss the distance of cold, but later, after we having defined our warming, and the effect of rating our time together.
moments later, like a thump of snow, the churning of extra snow condition on a dying race of interest. interest sticks to point, point remains the 'same'. period. closing signifies the intent of opening. winter becomes a verb, somehow. touched after a calm. THEN heat, a merriment of fling. fling seems thru daily, with weight added as a night. night construes dreams, lifts full moon, drugs the candidate. and we know the sentence. it was saw, a cut together.
saw delivers impressively. cuts downright, until mayhem of letter. letter improves the word. we're together. together itself has a home, a making, a poem. sudden. summer ended suddenly, autumn came and went quickly. Walden Pond (nearby) dried up, then filled again, all in a trice. the trice was interview. it was peopled. it took time. then time reversed or was sensed, or enough of a word survives for fit. then it was quizzed to be generous, or curious (what's the diff?). then a trance of fighting thru some coldness. here's a present tense. it becomes you
freezing. still as endless
snow, as vertical snow, as horizon
snow and peace left to the
rock. slump of deploring, confused, and
dusty off of
period. the period ends a
sentence only slightly.
colours force an issue of light.
danger radiates and the feeling sternly moves the buttress of tree in the wake of morning tide.
a singular component of setting.
crap shoot chill deeper than terrible vocabulary cares. slight drop in pent up, slowed with the slow molecules, pitched top this end. a greying around the edges of words, even as the winter stops another risk. dream as sleep. trembling executes further orders. picture is a rascal.
draining as cold hint, knobbed littoral, a pining for sun. askance detracts from the very, reasoning that full on becomes a fall. we manage a minute, particle, the drawing of lens picture.
statement of a Tibet, milder tea, lost mountain wave, surety as a [political range. features smear in weathering gloom, but no one's listening. this is the fable of share.
winter isn't endable.
charges across the remnant field, a death of Pol Pot, an inauguration of George Bush, a study of the ring around. colder yet, using viable terms, nothing seems to stay. attendant smirk looks hopeful, we're not strong enough to guess.
12) Under Well
deliver letter to 52 years. swim particular thru cold as totals mount. snow will come. bound to die in a breathless word. that word is only a letter, small, and could be left. it demands an inception. a book of language until frozen. until fear of frozen. until rocks on the top and bottom, frozen. a silly wind of word left. it left the planet and all its belongings. it left as quietly as dark could make. it simply made another sentence.
these are trial days and tones of covered rush. there is no daffodil plenty but the excuse to plan. a haze becomes a reticence, which binds a path to staring. once we start out, narrative intends the rest.
taxi finding
wealth a
minute yet as
always angles
demonstrate captive
article.
poised to rebel
against the
sameness fitting
allowed trope to
hall, down which
process, after which
wide open and
beaming. the sun
arises in
all hemispheres.
eager in date of falling. insofar as little versed, yet darkness plunge a reference, winter nail, cost as hating any named thing.
peerage sense of structure lobs a big mayhem machine in any valid direction. it is made of topics and it means something curled. a word or two to define the pent, the strain and reading, now a gloom is for anything. snow falls and wind rises, grey is all the beginning left to us. so we storm and storm.
13) Letter, Sentence, Saw
not periods of time but mild statements, particular to the climate. eager to inhale the last drop of spring arch, the way our hands hold anything and we are together. but the cold is white, asking for something. do the cards spread upon the table explain a hidden moment, or is the poem only half expressed? a sheet of snow, upon which to draw conclusions. a shame or even more of a point. we could discuss the distance of cold, but later, after we having defined our warming, and the effect of rating our time together.
moments later, like a thump of snow, the churning of extra snow condition on a dying race of interest. interest sticks to point, point remains the 'same'. period. closing signifies the intent of opening. winter becomes a verb, somehow. touched after a calm. THEN heat, a merriment of fling. fling seems thru daily, with weight added as a night. night construes dreams, lifts full moon, drugs the candidate. and we know the sentence. it was saw, a cut together.
saw delivers impressively. cuts downright, until mayhem of letter. letter improves the word. we're together. together itself has a home, a making, a poem. sudden. summer ended suddenly, autumn came and went quickly. Walden Pond (nearby) dried up, then filled again, all in a trice. the trice was interview. it was peopled. it took time. then time reversed or was sensed, or enough of a word survives for fit. then it was quizzed to be generous, or curious (what's the diff?). then a trance of fighting thru some coldness. here's a present tense. it becomes you
posted by Simple Theories at 4:30 AM
1 Comments:
This is quite interesting. I can't follow it as a narrative, but the use of language is compelling.
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