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Watching is a big job for a Virgo, he told me. I listened. Listening is a big job for an Aries.

Opaque projection taunts me to have wondered once about the thrall of a lucidity. I lean on the looks of the moon. What is the distinction between arbitration and wildflowers? Often testing the omniscience of hypothesized creators tempted to erase the contents of authoritative text. I have affectioned various young blooms. Always rising to the surface is intelligence. Those closed, suspicious eyes. Misunderstanding context thoroughly. The sick child grown to an adult. Because of who this is, I love. Maybe you could simply plant kernels of validation. Here goes nothing, as the saying used to be. Consist within consistency. A small wheel of a mess. ?He?s fixin? to be five.? Relax. The kind of craft I have interprets longitude. A blueprint gently figured out. Remove gratuitous replacing. Smash. To have reduced the medication. Whatever has been hatched. Preach, reach, enlist contiguous emblem often ratcheted up two to fourteen steps.



Replay

Epitomectomy. For sure leaned soon open recalcitrance. Has your calcium been recently deposited. I thought so and so was getting warm. Why not you maybe. Pearls, gloves, gratitude. A prenup right along the fighting chance. Just ratchet up withholding in your spare terrain. A better mantra. Better clove in gift fact, torsion after tame terrain. I like here where it is quiet, flecked with teal and sort. Amenities do not seem often brown. I told you so the lamp fizzes equivalence. Right under the forthcoming rain in you are the précis of indulgence. Half unhampered, possibly with Windex on the side. Two ovals try their latent best to score pro bono on the pitched curve, and why not open hoped-for wood to make at tern lift off . . .

I remember when he laughed there was a pitiable smile with victim crayoned all in day-glow green across. Never fully in possession of the wheel. That?s what I?m thirsting for. What is the definition of a gender. Needs too much attention. Takes yours and approximates. Stand back.



Placid Lakes

It was a Ralston Purina kind of morning.
Blanching sectors flinched.
I thought you told me bland things sequeled to restart.
Camino del what?
Confiscatory plumage lands a contract.
Crave what will ensue.
Placid lakes practice indebtedness that I project.
If I told myself the cloak is wool what of the surplus story.
Sterile capped remonstrance.
Story after shed and stalled lame foretaste bristling in a mordant past.
When I write liquid things, integrity leaves fire dust in the sweltered stead.
How many pine tones limit stances?
Does that need to be a different phase?
Does it require a mercenary stillness?
Clam / sake / strain-tongued.
If she recently recites her illness, then the story shrinks.
Apparently indulgent matters flow.
Physical plant deters.
Change the categories to intrude.
However threatened she might feel about these boundaries,
The spell of kismet lofts its way to festivals of tones.
Make this statement far less dull.
Repace. Retrench. Refuel. Recant.
Lamentable intrusions coffer their own stalling.
My indemnity?s the same as yours.
Try baking your potato twice.
A ripe tomato bleeds.
Our culture is like this.
Our personality is strained with tension.
One of us will drift into the ether fast.
Which one?