American drama -- 20th century; Experimental fiction, American; Prose poems
Frown nowhere and do not change that space, that is the way to use the
time to purchase mining pictures. The little darkness and no large lamp,
all the light being together does not make everything strange. Please
the daylight, show the ruins that there is water, do not disturb the
lamp, make more noise than resting and more that is changed is changed
and an agreement shows the pink not to be redder. All that partial
resemblance to a disagreement and a reunion is not more questioned than
no answer. Not any more choice is so determined, and yet, why is the
season so ingrained in the early morning when noon is no later. There is
always a return of any answer.
Peace and the morning and a show of any evening, a reflection and the
pleasant state of nature, this does make so much debt that there is no
name anywhere. So pleasing is disaster, so ancient is being old enough
in the matter.
Bestow a curve in the collapse and there is no withdrawal and that which
is secure has some way of preserving any walking. All the time has a
finished undertrimming and so there has the approach to a lingering
printing.
To place an eye, to set the corner, to make a blessing, and to search a
mansion, to persuade the noon and to establish harmony, the cause that
is the mention is not more pained than anything. So then there is a
memory, there is a stone home, there is no weakness.
Clearly and a gem, singly and all four, the stem, the stone the happy
way, the single blessing of the longing soon, the patent habit of the
leaving of the room, all this and no white light is not more dim than
every candle and many of them make the illumination gentler, they
dwindle in large, they season the sun, they blossom the churn, they
bestow in a plant. This was no sprain, this was the regal pin.
A broom and a window, both of them uttered are so plain that there is
more space and very much more hurry and yet there is a change of
address, this is written. So clannily there will not be when the
envelope is larger. The same union is stronger. An afternoon is weaker.
That was the time and then in the evening there is dinner and later, any
time later there is more than one corner, there is a fire, there is
that, there is no pleasant place in more fire. Then came that which
pushed away a piano, then came that and there was a whole collection.
The question was not detained. There was that to do and arranging is
done by separation. This is yellow and brown is a color. Peace is rested
when it is occupied.
If the three are one they do not have voices, that means no more than
that all of them are four. More is not regulated and yet there is an
introduction, there are degrees, there is past pressing, there is the
change of a pudding. All is not any meddling of a mess and the keen lump
is not shadowed by any sun.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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