Rennie wilp will wilp will monder
Last hill, last head-high grass or higher
Salt marsh sounding lines left
Pictures pinned
Location:US-6,Eastham,United States
July 30, 2020
So Much
Tropp the raring rouw
Rennie wilp will wilp will monder
Last hill, last head-high grass or higher
Salt marsh sounding lines left
Pictures pinned
Rennie wilp will wilp will monder
Last hill, last head-high grass or higher
Salt marsh sounding lines left
Pictures pinned
July 26, 2020
I’m So
Shhrrrayededed d d den
Dean den den dean dead
Lem-levee lemeroo may may
Help lem oval wailllll
Backspace wail backspace wall backspace backspace better
Blaked glevenwerth end earthier
Their their there then
This is a jar and wax and nails and memories
This is a jar and wax and copper and conveyance
This is a jar and wax and a seal for lateral movement
Robbing time to pay space, always
We pray for change by slowing time, not exactly
This is a jar and wax and frames and frames and frames and frames
Someone has seen weather from space
Some many have made this air we breathe
Everything tripping over everything up to this moment and on
Sleeve sleeve sleeve into a giant ribbon of moments
A ball of string, this jar, wax and frames
A ball of string
This war, this warren, this worn
Watch
Dean den den dean dead
Lem-levee lemeroo may may
Help lem oval wailllll
Backspace wail backspace wall backspace backspace better
Blaked glevenwerth end earthier
Their their there then
This is a jar and wax and nails and memories
This is a jar and wax and copper and conveyance
This is a jar and wax and a seal for lateral movement
Robbing time to pay space, always
We pray for change by slowing time, not exactly
This is a jar and wax and frames and frames and frames and frames
Someone has seen weather from space
Some many have made this air we breathe
Everything tripping over everything up to this moment and on
Sleeve sleeve sleeve into a giant ribbon of moments
A ball of string, this jar, wax and frames
A ball of string
This war, this warren, this worn
Watch
Location:US-6,Eastham,United States
July 19, 2020
Feather Fallow Sparrow Sound
What started with heat
Several stages of closeness and as many of distance
The Mid-Atlantic humidity of full-throated July
What started as a sketch
What started as a Sunday
What started somewhere and went everywhere
You divide things by other things
You walk around the block
Flowers burst forth
Suns blaze
We’ll all make metals
We’ll all be sure
Several stages of closeness and as many of distance
The Mid-Atlantic humidity of full-throated July
What started as a sketch
What started as a Sunday
What started somewhere and went everywhere
You divide things by other things
You walk around the block
Flowers burst forth
Suns blaze
We’ll all make metals
We’ll all be sure
July 14, 2020
Presst
Sevit yarn-rails round
Yay, yay-verre after aft alone
Liar gouge how given
Then they say, then pay, then pay
The pale
The lowance
Valence veiled in vinnages
Archae still coming
All the lines are lies in this cube
More blue pencil, both jittery and true
Cover it all and counting
Yay, yay-verre after aft alone
Liar gouge how given
Then they say, then pay, then pay
The pale
The lowance
Valence veiled in vinnages
Archae still coming
All the lines are lies in this cube
More blue pencil, both jittery and true
Cover it all and counting
July 13, 2020
Stand Still / Standstill
Stand. Standoff. Stand off-ish.
Stanley. Stained.
Step sim seldom say.
Stim stun stellar. Submarine. Submerge. Subtle. Not so.
I don’t know what you want.
I don’t know what you want.
Dream drams and drama.
Hope hills and hirelings.
Heave heavens, have among the stars.
Stare blankly and in full.
Hole, whole holy.
These bleached garments, then birds, then soil.
Upon days until grayest gray.
(Stay a little bit longer)
Stanley. Stained.
Step sim seldom say.
Stim stun stellar. Submarine. Submerge. Subtle. Not so.
I don’t know what you want.
I don’t know what you want.
Dream drams and drama.
Hope hills and hirelings.
Heave heavens, have among the stars.
Stare blankly and in full.
Hole, whole holy.
These bleached garments, then birds, then soil.
Upon days until grayest gray.
(Stay a little bit longer)
July 7, 2020
Slowly Goes When What
Lav, have you something
Sender returns
Rain returns
Reruns and truer cats
Still centers centered still
Raven-reviled sufferer
And scarves from far off lands
You have seen
The sketching blue pencil
The sketching gray pencil
Not thinking in pairs, though
And this isn’t magic
The love you loved still belongs to you
The sun has yet to falter
Sender returns
Rain returns
Reruns and truer cats
Still centers centered still
Raven-reviled sufferer
And scarves from far off lands
You have seen
The sketching blue pencil
The sketching gray pencil
Not thinking in pairs, though
And this isn’t magic
The love you loved still belongs to you
The sun has yet to falter
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