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and she walks the heart’s road one more time the known letter becomes unknown last time the first time she allows vapors of  thrill shape as much as wisdom approves time Know your place she says don’t fly up too high that’s uncivilized far See I am standing calm inside hear me? on the ground body feet well aligned agreed ? yes and no agreed you anyway cannot disagree It's only my politeness that asks She walks like the wind  blowing pure joy a gifted natural balance of posture being one with the time of man and of woman and of child whatever she becomes at once the crowd Their laughter makes summer like a hypolimnetic volume in the temperate reflects to universe as a place to perch   amongst stars (when you sometimes pass) while they seemingly cross traffic lights led by a black dog and a red cat (hiding in a mysterious plant) as if she knows us   from somewhere or I her as if this has no consequence as if she says and the sound defines
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
recursive thrill
and she walks the heart’s road one more time the known letter becomes unknown last time the first time she allows vapors of  thrill shape as much as wisdom approves time Know your place she says don’t fly up too high that’s uncivilized far See I am standing calm inside hear me? on the ground body feet well aligned agreed ? yes and no agreed you anyway cannot disagree It's only my politeness that asks She walks like the wind  blowing pure joy a gifted natural balance of posture being one with the time of man and of woman and of child whatever she becomes at once the crowd Their laughter makes summer like a hypolimnetic volume in the temperate reflects to universe as a place to perch   amongst stars (when you sometimes pass) while they seemingly cross traffic lights led by a black dog and a red cat (hiding in a mysterious plant) as if she knows us   from somewhere or I her as if this has no consequence as if she says and the sound defines
dnalumuland
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
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