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to discharge or to be discharged freely or continuously
the play of the weather
fifty fathom of line for the clouds
uncertainty you friendly sea
- at the thought of really working; a leaning
-
zehnen
the hall of clear colors
music like steam ascending
the patti page singer as if to someone only a few feet away
It may be that the Imagination is a miracle of logic & that its exquisite
divinations are calculations beyond analysis
3 war winters together
a line of similar language
- what happens: a
starting up, that could be done
to:
- it has been
to: even that question is gone
the hawk flat over
, the swallow crashed
swans assembly burble
gravel & dirt
flowing hiss in the ditches
thinking of the way thought falls to bits
glee felt like a live dab
it can fall
still here the same known
lit fields / grey road /
blue rest / walking progression
to extend completely around
s ur onder
from a center
- winged and perfect sexual creature
- a slip
not projected, hovering
-
if the winged thing
- partly transparent
- it simply stresses the multiples at play
- & that in them there is a leaning
the multiples
dear jane eyre, you know what you want
- the apostles came
-
one older, at the door
- the younger at the foot of the steps
-
'if you come to them like this in your suits they'll take you as
salesmen'
- then his little smile
south below sun
north opens past up
east west the wings
pages
charlotte comes to the sea for the first time & standing in tears
she cried bitterly
but Mr. Thoreau was equipped with a most adapted and serviceable body
fishes swam into his hand & he took them out of the water
the angels assume fish & repeatedly become visible
our fine latin word with its delicate future tense
natura
an itinerant local deep to-day
day-moon low east near a thin cloud
but he has not pushed his study of days
images that are requests
- 'i'd like to be able to write music'
- to step back here to this place of
-
start out
start out on a life
already started
- my two feet in bathwater
silver skinned
- shots & their barking
it's late at night
penelope at home writing his story
in the room behind the word
at a distance
- why do artists drink so much
- hell if I know
a stream of water full of grasses
- what is being in love
- it's (face shines) when I can't get enough of being with somebody
thanks
for the raft
listening into the swan gabble blabber for a line of voice
while I refer someone behind me is declaring
the whole delicate substance of speech
if the two are; the one who looks & the one who goes
around the back
bright moon light
water tastes like
snow
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