Structure corrupts. Like time so plenteous. Like snowed & food. Like the bulk of reneged cancellations. Like fruitful & time. Like seen luck & destined. Like flirtatious & foresight. Sight to scene & wings collapse. Like brimful & hot & a high-pitched believe. Like developing links & a close-cut head. The disposal of secrets sang comrade. Like question & pushing. Like what one ends up wanting to be. Place corrupts & a legend of Good Women. Like when schedule reveals. Like renaissance & a new need. Indulgences lessly create. Like the Pardoner is a traveler of crying. Like crying is a traveler of thinking. Like whistling, soft & known & various. Much like birds.
& when
it has less of a face than does daytime; a quite hum’s a seesaw and it lifts its hand from off of its neck, to think; it puts the bottle back not to favor;
hats keep your heads in my friends are here they all of them sing
two sharps relate three scratches/ see sharps minor/ take away two down days/ you can hear now how it is blank here, and the rhythm is good/ our relatives have positions and names, look down and learn quilting, and the rhythm is sad/ look at the light collection of ice, they’ve probably been cooking in the cold world since before we began/ there is no before we begin//
sing with me our major key/
we have restored our tonic memory/
those two wont go for walks again//
it’s a sort of a new growth when you set yourself up to forget to go to bed/ Lift lifts devil in a sky so brown with heels of fleeting fancies “a
diamond tear-tier waits,”
tremulous in the eye of the cloud dropping
A speculator in land;
Her chief delight lay in good manners.
If someone struck it a handsbreadth wide
As an A with an ornament. Provided with
Green beads to mark certain ridden lines
Overspread strands. She work pack fashion
A piece to bag or pillowcase
I believe so close we are seized & found
All discharge does. Don’t push through not oh not well. Press back purple. Shafted lace, design. We and shared weft are oft left to see north plowing. We are left under and downing tape. Stick to the last. Oh mister sun, so, sinister golden sun
Won’t you shine down on me I’ve lost the gatelock. We’ve been seen as a guesswork friendship, patchy. Stripe. Soumak. Rya knot. Stone— Black out the day its body looks like a head with eight long gentle
cures
A fat person will help you to eat your lunch.
A young man may make you breakfast. Wide out the day our feats are scale based
seized upon. Our neck not wrapped up in tensile cures. Pervade the south mark rapt and safe. Traps in line stack pressure,
case.
I'll let you know how it goes.
Also, sculpture. Thomas Saraceno, Alan Watts, Cornelia Parker.
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