Want to make a diamond galaxy, out of precious neutrinos that were
kissed by mother up? Skip the verbs, you were always the noun. And then
the cage that existed in language, beguiling, drink off the water. The
last word in a sentence is the way it sails. If this excuse were
religious, you'd pine for blows against stolid empire. Instead, dog
sleeps on rug, and beds are confederated. Trust the drama of poem in
process, it kills the sink in which the water falls. Falling water
dreams of diamonds. Diamonds are certitude brought to a stupid economy.
Were you religious when you read across the bored? Stop in the nine
times, then dream, thru. Your references will reprove as needed.
