Your confidence is high.
Your confidence is high. My mind arrives past its conclusions. In working, divine order takes chaos with form. Formal thoughts are alien here, ends inclusive of context’s most wide are of the saturation point. The pathos of my incidental soul reach for this kind of nominal beat. If I were to become aware, if I were to shed another tear, where then a normal message is here.
In uprooting my sensations, claims are stakes with exacting aim. No negative connotation could arrange their worth against. Form again is not a multiple of circular-reasoning. Though there is a spire of secrecy. That sort of tension bridges the molding receptacle, however visible-in.
My body of work erodes this. Elongating i.e. language same to rain as any one of its destinations’ destains - some join together on windowsills before their violent percolation. The fall remains; the double edged frame etches out a philosophical blade. My mapping parades would be silenced, my happenstancial mornings would be interpreted as sadness, my lack of love for love would be life but subtle madness.
Earnest folk in the road, he would see me fast. Like a fork without food, that is.
The last two sentences are: subjects complete in their differences, like an organ who never knew it wasn’t bagpipe dreamt - by some child. Summer is here, the And.
In uprooting my sensations, claims are stakes with exacting aim. No negative connotation could arrange their worth against. Form again is not a multiple of circular-reasoning. Though there is a spire of secrecy. That sort of tension bridges the molding receptacle, however visible-in.
My body of work erodes this. Elongating i.e. language same to rain as any one of its destinations’ destains - some join together on windowsills before their violent percolation. The fall remains; the double edged frame etches out a philosophical blade. My mapping parades would be silenced, my happenstancial mornings would be interpreted as sadness, my lack of love for love would be life but subtle madness.
Earnest folk in the road, he would see me fast. Like a fork without food, that is.
The last two sentences are: subjects complete in their differences, like an organ who never knew it wasn’t bagpipe dreamt - by some child. Summer is here, the And.