mom dead reckoning. now react, closing in, on the strength of just
staying on the last word until its next companion reveals the next
again. how far does poetry mean when the beginning switches courses
every second, echoing ring of chiming bells across the believable
countryside, and the audience claps.
that scrum fits more revolution than just last fading note. sung what
when this was all that remains. begin to assert the practical day of
which night looms starting. and after that night of nights the day
institutes the ghost. mom said something in the year of something
something. and then the rattle here became so apparent.
actual invasion includes the definite ways of often creeping army made
trump.
divide the mandolin into
clearing
every note, that's the
mom the ghost, which is a chord.
pace of something fitting what
remains on course
loss of all: figure the sentence.
