Her lovely hunt, ... for ddwthrmn

Her lovely hunt,
you know I'll do anything for you
"the waves will extend out and outward, and the stone will remain unchanged."

all of them, "your sister is very beautiful." and without the disguise more so
that's why Broken Arrow waved his finger
down the road so dark and narrow,
wild dogs barking way down below

Along a threshold all along
an inevitable contingency, perhaps perilous, who knows, more stairs necessary
a thread that runs between these symbols is stitched to your body, a stream of blood, from her eyes to his eyes,

the dust never had any dust
an elusive animal is an instructional tool, with a preface,
a relationship she had had
intuitions about the meanings
talking about grass cannot feed the horses
to not do what they knew how to do, a cross-cultural encounter with the supernatural

public, political, technical, and fragile
the length or distance of the limb or appendage, culmination if great effort, secret oculus "they have not lost a hole all day long. take a long look at this one"

glacis (camouflage amulet)
"Everything at a distance turns into poetry: distant mountains, distant people, distant events; put this poem somewhere far away from you."
opposite stripes on opposite sides,
and the now glittering, pounds and pounds of white, opalescent glitter, broadcast in the vestal snow,

the stone gospel
still summarizing yesterday,
according to the rule which says that what never began ends without having taken place.
she was expert at concealment (of what) though she would smile as she wrote it, as she recorded in script,

blank beyond blank
blank and the blank conspiracy, apologizing in advance, listening to him go on and on about the future will be, blue shadow nodding continuously behind, his head in his hand
framing from an interior

scandals, illegal activities, performed on an outdoor stage,
"& they were all naked"
exposes the situation as limits
"Does anybody have anything that is really up there right now?"
an inverted pyramid, again? unbreakable chains afterall,
as the edge
the shy isolation of not knowing which angle to take
beyond the summit of the black wall
without space, not sense (nor secrets or sex)
don't hold your breath, you got your point across
How did they know what they knew?
Who were those people tonight? How can this thing last?

virtual souvenir
with / if, no shift in value, resembling inflation
"Today, real life lies hidden in fantasies beneath dazzling surfaces, in stones now made hollow.",
key signs, symbols, blackened,
a cave impregnated with an  intelligent mineral computer system
into a cave, during the cold, if possible

The "discoveries" were being made without them; young& new, they had a "buzz"
the feeling is blind and the relevance is vague
water rushing underneath the house, basement as river,
a well-told story
keeps on burning, a familial reputation for
Our more explicit understanding
the dreams die hardest when she actually believes in her self, really and truly and there is unscalable
even looking out the window... amnesia or dementia, which?
A fight in the middle of the night, dirty water
extracts and fragments (witches' brew) together in one volume, the pages saturated,
don't look for bird eggs in a cuckoo clock.

numerous lucid conciliations,
scenarios proposing an alternative, the wish
and its elaboration

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You will never be alone in the circle of stone

What did you abandon in sleep and can it be

Reclaimed;?

At the end of your time

The buildings scattered, torn rags, paper garbage

Garbage follows you everywhere, through your centuries

Vertical and horizontal, what was one is now the other

this is your discord, the animals’ harmony

your muscles obsolete carnage & viscera

waxing gibbous

take off your face, give it to all

those dead trees with your transparent hands

occasions past, to turn in, to turn in

for the night, in isolation as the threshold is crossed

until beyond, don’t move from that point and do something to seal, to solidify, to internalize, repeat again when vertical.

treats, treaties, 

Unknown
What he saw is replaced by seeing him
To complete the work, whatever it is: artistic, political (revolutionary) we need to change, Devotion
live without a ruler, free, to be courageous, face up to difficulty, and be together while everyone lives as she or he needs.
I am looking for something we haven't yet found. Practicing creAtivity and singing anarchy...singing creativity And practicing anarchy
Give no portion of your treasure to any crown or throne or capitol and your own country instead with no coin or king or capital. Certainly and obviously not your self. Never


Lost storms, lost dogs
Wild home wild hymn wild him
Who's to blame?
Wild ducks on North American frontier
Back in the rain on your feet.
It has no mouth but it is telling me many things.
2) the way they do grow in that soil in that dust living from. & When they do come our above they are sweet they taste...of celebrating
It gave warmth as he told him the truth
an American said,
"Form to come above He'll
Line of surface horizon soil" atlas
3) in front of her, doing her
Bidding, whatever
Have her her wishes
Parades. It was in our minds what she put there of all ideas
Not that she ever showed, that is for is though alas

Immaculate metallic, precious metals
Urine, crystals, a cave. A different story, watching a movie in the hallway, watchingher I can't be sure.
Of triumph or victory...

Canyon canyon dark dog barking
Breathe deep. Long saint, she was there for androgynous rebellion and American divinity...what did she get?
She does not want done to her what she did visit upon another. Past trespasses willdo haunt. Ghost of bones gnawing themselves.