Without greater negation that there
should be no loose rain forever so to fragile
with yet it seem. Talk our prescient
salvation as out of a broken reservoir.
Casual. No sleeps in the glimpse.
And there is little parting.
That there must persist, we suppose
that put so by the song, a cameo liquid
framework to shift the only slight
enlarge. Not to girdle with anxious. I could
know and who might get through
the sensory fill now that the dark shine
and crying of the synod under frayed
wallpapers. I write a name on the mourning
sun. I’ll be far to see to sing more formal,
the point to each thing for what forgetting.
Tried for a private sorrow. But when you tried
never did ache and stripped of a sound hollow
sluice bent. Behavior too have given way
to get us through, as with an unbridle stealth.
More realize of another time, of a dark hold
of a bent putty boat, directed but when it come
to be more expectant. Or so to care,
but of course the abstract voices enjoin us.