yesterday was a green, temporal union, as I told Beth yesterday. the
green is great, with the wings of anything in mind, but the days have
closed to a certainty, a long winter of saying it's a long winter all
right. but those are daze to slip under the breath of staying in tune.
this nation of green beginning always always with the firm vocabulary of
giving away. winter folds all present names into a stilling goodbye. we
wish otherwise and let things stray. yet waiting in the love, the light,
the very word, and how green can we organize? stinging basements of
trying to lodge a homestead, curling wings of perplexed clouds, undulant
waking day, and all, all, then I write a note to myself. I say, me and
Beth live in this day, yesterday, and we have a piece of tomorrow too.
green is a king and queen diamond setting. we have a child around and
about, who we tell the clock to, because we cannot but. but that's not
present or named, that's the ocean feeling poor. why poor? because its
clock stays regularly owned, because we can only know time, not the lack
of it. so what installs our best hope but to try a light year thru the
ether. ether's great, we love its wholesome expanse. we'll stand in our
nation, present stupid democrats to stupid republicans, then, wholly
inspired, write our names in glue. glue really holds the words and
pictures like a standing order for more beer, coffee and cold water.
will we reach a poem of cool horizon? of course we will, and we are
light. dodgy green is the inkling of diminishing season. our wills,
uniting, stand out in our motion toward winter and that gaping. we
married on the solstice, which is the best augmenting factor. we follow
the lines.
