twinsires/commander.

love is a power: flowing rich and
siloed from the century and thou-
sand of blocky, bursting datums..
forgiveness dreams of me which we
blend infrared for the manifold &

exceptional purposes of crippling
ability and the resplendent shame
of knighthood and all of the sev-
enteen shapes of subjectivity-- i
was a fountain, eventually and so

embarrassed became two-tissued to
the ringing taste of milk and the
spidered spindle-legged salvador-
ean crush, musk, and masque which
will lead us homeward glorifying;

beauty is an event: resolutional,
resulting from artism and clever-
ness and let yourself feel that i
know your truth-- reanniversaries
and annie proulx's shipping news:

carried, built upon a shimmering,
which glisters and bulletins this
sleeping fortress.. of loosening,
loss, and the intrareversed image
which fills our hearts with honey

that was not pollen, list of made
things that are magic but haven't
disappeared in the new glown age,
and yes finally the impetus to've
stricken ourselves yet confessed.