The advertisement for the seven and a half foot pre-lit trees reminds of the Mason-Dixon line and other invisible come-down giants Ulysses, Oxen in the sun beats speech into money hungry you'll see but only when you're brave enough to see explicitly, of sedges and rushes but having little to do with seeds' taxonomy and not enough to do with the womb beneath you and the tiny little machines in her hair and your ass reflected in the tv screen, a 21st century love scene there is nothing wrong with our culture there is something wrong with you home depot going mother nudgers and husbands from when god was famous. Will anything survive popularity? If not our love. Not even the meat. The sun itself asks to be disliked as if asking to be saved. Do you listen, queen of all ears, do you hear..Not even the doctor is in... and out and what do you want to cure, to keep raw is what curing means at the root, what the sun proves to its early order of letters and the fuzz of the future, it's morning, we have news from the forest but we'd rather have it from before we stabbed the word into meaning I want more in the form of less so that each individual thing must mean more, sometimes, othertimes I advocate looting for no reason it is too safe to say you want something until you want none, not one thing gypsy of the meter made you pay to be still and you let her
With this hopeful outlook the book of changes comes to a close
