...then fly out
Inhaled. Swift unconscious preparation for a light to emerge; for some fates maybe, and the purpose of circumstances; situated into the narrow eternity…. She had books stacked big to small… a commonly gorgeous female. A smile lightly worn upon some floated dwelling from being pressed in glasses from the end of the good disintegration of life to A heart viciously highlighted, filtered quietly in the far-gone graces of gazes that leaked away upon me in that way Oh mad inescapable droops way inside the long drips of declining tiny clear shivers end upon her neck so mixed, emotional, jewels wrestled in imagination of a few lines of shivers slowly bending through the sliced opening; tremendous inexplicable glazes ____
From that which perk the nestled curiosity in me my dear reader; to just like create a figment of imagination for a place so fantastic it could only exist as fantastic and as places we will never know; but things completely plunged into the heart and the bright ignorance of the traditional earth oozing through the divine living; all to twists corners.. and to expand the ineffable will that has developed as if to cup the flame and bring into structure just enough - inspiration; pulled from the free falling into the sheet, thinking it is to be something scared; then set it free.
Finite, real squeezed, lucid, flicked gnarled strip away of the medium and place where it always filters and unravels within. . Let the echo of the free falling lingering capture it in clasped like catching of a firefly; then….
And the rains came down, all a river in pieces. She flutter in unutterable fragments of what I couldn’t wait to either read or write about in the fathomless suppositions in some basic lines matching the classic narration of such hidden lines of poetry insinuating - If the rain fell short then it would never wet the earth; so to come here, deeper, as if catching the bottom of rain, poured out in what I came up with, when I but let myself disappoint her with the implacable sinks through an oracle of courage like rain falling heavy into a sheet, wrapping her in mid-air….
The perks of curiosity just like.. figment imagination, place so fantastic catches of the flame like carefully clasping a firefly…and then.. More flustered than curled grips unable to unleash the great peregrinations like seeds of gravity - in mid-air; whipping away the tablecloth and floated grip, grabbed, pulled; that will; which only would have disappeared; transformed into this brainy pressure; the air woos, burst away at the immediate unravel. He slumped to knees. He unrolled the heavy glass door, like entangled insanity and turned with old mad reaches from the sky visible light refracted; of rain, again; close but not touching all the way down. The transparent inflamed visual before his enflamed version vanished without a single ash to trace. Just whispers sunk through. Like falling heavy into a sheet; wrapping her in mid-air…