This plentiful right, pieces of earth. A vast depiction in a corner rainbow.
To me the vast covering set to release Astonishment, happiness, under the sea arriving vindicated certainties in promise.
Just all are the many sitting here Now there's few standing toward the angelic still as I am blinded an adequate fill, spiritless in movement hiding the blue sky’s.
Noise is here, here finding now time as I went. Is a silence, or death to yes the dead inanimate? It was unfair your trunk off many spots blinding from a certainty of now the most beautiful takeoff knowing then was the least in exposure.
Forgetfulness lose being drawn differing timelessness as an empty stolen similarity. The same this has not affected salvation to my waters. You are not unjust to the many large grains to rice… the right being to stay, the dish, the awoke had left out the mouth of a constructed mouse.
I was before the deep, free of that filled water Retracting your foot from the blunt ash sky which is much dirt, hard weed without blossom flowers
I assure alone against out the first hour I stand with yes solitude and yes discomfort, I took your first stare of the light water and opened my eyes Again to be shut again with always dead company in regression.
