A bonewhistle through the boughs, the night wind is a gaelic flute, haunting tones coupling as Orion's shoulder now comes between us. Now, as aloneness takes me in her arms under a lash of broken moon the inexorability of urgent water meeting glyphic rock is acknowledged. No doubt the other centers lie ahead within their own particulars made certain by the doubts which gave them rise at all. Newer signs to follow the hours upward and from denial cast our particular realm a liberation of the soul from its mass, nor irony laden, hard upon this morning's vision of her. The Beloved wants to sit on my face.
Pneumatic tubes are a gathering probe into dialectic consumption.
Vulture weight drives a turgid penance toward cities of refuge in an electron scattering mask. Mendicants retain albumen fervishly, sounding large glands after the florentine directive. Lame seedings grace. 28 Obscure skeletons crowd gulag mind. Sequestered through matron plow, crossing the Rhine like a reflex disease.