Sneaking suspicions haphazardly make their way to the end of the road as the wind howled, rattling the window panes. Flagrant orbits recommend attempts at grounding to no avail. Every time around surprised at the knowing again then off another time. Quickly nowhere. No longer mysterious cat left the bag ages before the thirteenth moon. Cart pushing glove holders mould the results back through the vegetation. Similar sensations are never the same as when you knew all things the first time. Unavailable information soothes eager capacities to feel, despite ordinary struggles. Stars trap the forgotten pools where the feeble warblers lay broken winged.
Unforeseen sound-waves resisted the pushes that resulted from doubling down every time. Staying upright the potential channel still was broken inside despite the best intentions. Shattered before use the glass held angles of light from all directions only for a short time. Floorboards creaking when no one walks, glad to not be yelling from a lower ground. The one I found is underneath it all so pouring it out freely as it comes, the wildebeest runs, pounding the ground.
Feathers found with feverish exuberance. A mad state of escape the cat bolted, frantically leaping dirt and looking back once. Negotiating with every being who sits along the fence deciding when who will be back. The known facets fade when the mind shifts, showing exasperated vapors when remembering the quality of how the walls felt. You know yammering hobnobbers only remaining in a reactionary state. Never having the privilege of creating the ground in a necessary way. To know how it feels in your toes on your worst day of giving.
-Ed Tajchman
Unforeseen sound-waves resisted the pushes that resulted from doubling down every time. Staying upright the potential channel still was broken inside despite the best intentions. Shattered before use the glass held angles of light from all directions only for a short time. Floorboards creaking when no one walks, glad to not be yelling from a lower ground. The one I found is underneath it all so pouring it out freely as it comes, the wildebeest runs, pounding the ground.
Feathers found with feverish exuberance. A mad state of escape the cat bolted, frantically leaping dirt and looking back once. Negotiating with every being who sits along the fence deciding when who will be back. The known facets fade when the mind shifts, showing exasperated vapors when remembering the quality of how the walls felt. You know yammering hobnobbers only remaining in a reactionary state. Never having the privilege of creating the ground in a necessary way. To know how it feels in your toes on your worst day of giving.
-Ed Tajchman
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