Tuesday, December 5, 2017

throws/concern.

dissimilar, weight on the fronts
and height in the depths, cover-
ing the words having been bound,
yes bowed like the violin icicle
île de la cité so flush & tremor

the magnificence of these lovers
who have their hearts set upon a
rhythm that's irreducible & can-
not be reproduced-- the admirat-
ion tends to fly away sometimes:

so fantastic and you can't quite
hold on to it all the while we'd
wedded and blessed, blowing upon
the candles with wishes and best
practise, the developing novels;

modern my rebirth and impudence:
hoping to fool, truth subsisting
and you'd said that already, how
tremolo sister of angels' flight
which resists the impenitent arc

of the civic disregard, inherent
in the masque and the advertise-
ment of our drama-- these shapes
are well-defined and shadowing a
kabuki on the windows, this beat

us up verbiage, vocabularies our
remembrance of things present is
comprised of, and if you unlock-
ed it, you'd be sure to find the
accented and impressive instant.

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