Thursday, April 17, 2008

Stylus Upon Space

His all-to-be blue eyes yes themselves into the heat lore to be bothered by. My brother speaks the very heart still forethought. In this room I substitute cloth covers for my child. The listless motorcade elapses into an imagination. Public space is laid across the public peace. Invent a cause of bravery to repeal. This out of sorts impairment drives due haste. Entirety immobilizes hut light. Look across the printed text and overcome impending wilderness. The gray during the undetermined hours of inevitable unknown. A proper noun to tabulate despair. Vaulted into heavy placement to the left of what has been. Found faultlines at the provenance momentum casts.

Sure hand, one line deserving of another, time at a crawl, intention