tomorrow began on terms of inquiry. the date included when and where the
villains lived. they ranged about a perplexing plain, and knew our bolts
of poetry. they rumbled on the horizon, telling us of give and take.
take was most masterful, in their eyes. so much in their eyes, indeed,
that give gave way. trading passion for forest was one way to ignore the
tatters. rain fell. we stood up. the villains in name grew heavy with
their congregation. exactitude was a blurry map. they tried to entail
even the least. it works when you fire up the candidate, and forget
about Nepal. Nepal of the serrated flag, atop the highest nowhere. we
rush to the scene, in the instant of unrest. we seize. we send envoys,
and the envoys send envoys. polo without horses! the nuclear government
wants pity. troops at the border. harrumph, dicated to the masses. the
masses now attend church, quiet and contained. their unrest becomes a
pew. desert sands sparkle with smell. intent goes awry, winging thru the
testimony. a few people admired their facts. suddenly, in game shape,
with a Superdome of our own, all lean towards some convenience. again.
yet Nepal is Tibet, right? Cuba's Philippines and Iraq's Iran, albeit
the flavour say Vietnam. that's all packaged money, of course, waiting
for clearance. actual poetry stops at the top of the mountain, then lets
one more step. function falls into that much morass, moraine, fleeting
loess in the wind... all that was tomorrow, which will be here today.
