Various attempts to hold onto certainty: Miracle: A coma of miracles: Meeting House. So-many announcements and they might negate one another. Think of one.
He sits in a rocking chair on our veranda. Soma. Machines can't replace muscles. But the keys dance a famous horizon across each mercy, easy. And we grow stronger with less effort. And the weightlessness of machines can make it so we don't need to waste the body's strength when going back and forth. Then we realize we want to, we've grown used to the exertion and shown language how beautiful a mistake becomes in the middle of itself, perfect. (Knowing how to say yes)
Ver the prefix for toward and truth, setting, undoing, new river, forgiven, vergeben, a version of courage, yes
I ran up the side of the sunrise wall looking for its angles and suffix, and found the stains of flying all over my spine the next day, other than down,
was a holiday, so it's fine, native, rediscovered
triumphant playfulness, (true love waits)
intent on things invisible, inaudible, we have other spineless virtues, flexibility, fluency.
But when I believe in pleasure, you believe in it too. Various attempts to let go of certainty but keep the muscles in its grip on history, don't go as well as an honest contradiction. Think of one.
He sits in the sunship on our veranda. Silent is my favorite idea of a true companion. Idyllic hymn. I plant a honeytoned shadow on the wall and make it dance and mumble the lyrics of some future memory. I can't feel my body, my machine, very heavy, some time passes between their switching. Not trading. Making two into one, genuflect, no- country. Then making oneness various. Attempts to prove how certainty is irresponsible.
Our proper work now if we love mankind and the world we live in, is revolution
