American drama -- 20th century; Experimental fiction, American; Prose poems
To beam is not to seem to have an eye that is there and a hair that is
colored, to beam is not so disturbed that any afternoon is not sooner
than the next morning. This was so useful and the excuse was not placed
in between the hotels, it was not placed anywhere. This is the date of
some days in every week, and the morning is before noon. So simply and
so strangely, so much the more advanced, so much the more interior and
so much more coughing than learning, so very much more and yet there is
no disappointment, not any disappointment.
The cute way that a certain place is open on Sunday and not on Tuesday
does not mean that an invitation will not be coming. Not at all, there
is more chair than standing exhausts.
So then the whole spring is earlier than February. This was so much the
tail of the previous setting of the sun and the moon and some of the
stars. Electric lighting is so usual and more weddings are celebrated in
the place of thanksgiving.
A target and a round face, a beard that is not whiter, the center of it
all is that resemblance and surely there is that to pass away and have
the same decision. Surely there is that resemblance and surely the ones
standing alone have that copy. Surely there is the safe persuasion.
Surely there is danger.
So to move and to faint and to separate the lists together, so to
lengthen and to shorten and to curve the same direction, so to measure
every daughter and to lessen every sister and to manage every mother and
to sever every brother and to undertake a father and to beam upon a
lover so to sing and so to talk and so to change the line together, all
of this and any show is the way to season nature and to have it all
together means the same in every letter.
This which is not so strange is the more used and in there kindly being
a face there is more resemblance than if it were written and then comes
the time to look and there it is, there is the writing.
So astonishing is it not when there has been preservation. The noise
which comes has not any decisive obligation and yet the whole date is
just the same. So sweet are the singular pleasures of recognition. The
strength of the place does not mean more than all. Some have no
distaste.
Link the hat and the coat and the collar, have the hair and the eyes and
the color, see the time and the tea and altogether and do not be
singular enough, and so there is that to view and the single planter has
the rest as history. He did not tell it in giving it more room than
cloth. So early is it not.
Saddle the simple sore without a touch of lame despair and do not touch
the hair because there is the use of all that pause. So sweetly is it
true that neatness does not mean the curls are true and yet there is
absolutely none, absolutely no powder. So the place is not used for the
tea and the last water is not more boiling than is touchy.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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