shadows advancing from the Rocky Mountains
...despite being fateful agents
lower portions painted
Well before the snowfall (their curves are glazed), with (the most beautiful, elaborate, intricate, ornate) frost
from so close up
to discover its totality, and the new arrangements of its mass
the barking dogs introduce the possibility of awakening
Fourteen identical gods, moving outward in the fourteen directions.
from the center remaining there as they continue
topped by long poles
which ended
in waving black flags
atop an ancient musical instrument
superimposed onto a vessel/ship made of stone
penance of forever darkened
"...then you can get both, or pulled apart."
can't completely overcome the worry, phantom talons
Grand Owl's habitat
"Any mistake I ever made was an accident. Every mistake I ever make is an accident. Every mistake I ever make will be an accident."
she had a pretty beard
her first scream (remains, still) the white-hot blade of a lightning bolt right in front of the eyes of all the birds in the woods.
"It really hurts and it never stops."
on again the night before,
hail, heavy rain rings all metal as a bell, home is right behind
teeth all green, all red, all white
all this milk. one in red, singing song of the day's measure
one in black, mostly, singing in the dark history of the night, if we are right here
becoming feverish
Blood faded by the sun from red to gold
gradient through and including fruit colors, faced with such a spectacle
"Her belly is the whole harvest,
her torso bursts into fireworks from her arched back, (modeled on a swallow's two wings)
sing and float perfumes...Her hair"
subtle terrain,
black dome (of night)
From some earlier point
two points nearer one another
subtly from the scale of themselves
and dramatic from the scale of the surface of said sphere
from here the reach of the celestial hunter extends,
This Arrow
on the Painter's imaginary window
which opened up endlessly repeating vistas, baffling at first glance
whose large flowers fascinated her
on waking
there's a star that quivers
and then immediately and ferociously avoids all that seeks
hunger for the love that she lusts for, knowing each aspiration
...looking as though the flame has swept over all of them...
(Orange)
the word symphony has been used
it will always remain essential to an emotional appreciation of the monument
many animals caught in the same net at the same time; birds and fish and ...
an unknown light
curious contrasts, antiquarian research, in high snowy mountains (tar, lava, chalk, larva)
umbrella spire and inner axis
snails gorging themselves on fruit
Hares & bells
"I don't know why I feel this way.
Is that okay?"
one must discover its causes
pointing the finger
an advertisement?
inadvertent cacophonies,
impossible to recognize, the emotion one would imagine such news would evoke
Reaction on the scale of the event, vague and increasing with time
the uproar mounting with an abundance of contortions, in the corners
held between what we should and what we will
When the wind blows uphill
an the river flows down hill, rapidly
what profane interpretation confines itself to, after all.
"don't move"
branch bears their weight, graciously stripped of the more delicate foliage, twigs and this years growth
reaching low and long, bowed by being pulled to the ground
