the inside logos, the
buckler, as given to excellence. to locate in essence, differences of souls,
much emphases on invisibility. something pouring forth, the earth made into an
effusion, the art of the spirit in motion. tender fury, made certain in
struggle, so complete the training. sociality is a world, it seems esoteria,
something occurs at an appointed moment.
it was tremendous, the bark on its
root, aside the horse with bridle, the reproach for the unmonitored toddler.
abounding in mishaps, mapped into a storm, blamable science, reprovable poets,
looking to the great dispensation.
the person is given, earning, made
a gardener in horizon. either incomplete, or something hast gone with error.
the placeholder isn’t totally of
importance. the aftermath is what sustains as proof of the flourishing.
under the umbrella, searching into
mishaps, anything, a loophole, it will be examined.
the reward is the mystery. a
significant challenge. one learns endurance.
the handwriting is plural,
postmodern, in absolute souls.
it’s time the venture, blotting out
mistakes, ashamed of being with error. so much chaff before winds. so much
digging to make a building. so many divine acts.
