Details

There’s no rhythm in the dancing details, for the details are not pure. Those that’re caught cannot be shared, for the new ones’ve already appeared. Tiny slippers of de-tails unproportionate to wider aims; if one shared without it caught, there’s a plethora of things to rot. Finding slippers in the morning rams the most experienc-ed waking horns—figurative and in stone, details hone the funky students’ dorms. Intermittent, not yet closed, those apartment doors you chose. Underlines in scriptures have not found their place, though the argument on ‘lloquiums is much better than when it first arose. “Justice for the peoples, birds, temp-oral zones” reads an intricate and structured prose. Wax was left on paper nose, I just wish I had but one sufficient dose. “Read between the lines, but order” read a written instantaneous art pose—and there should’ve been some words of holy law, though the ominous descriptions—they have lingered on the tongues. Heard one “birdie” tell the workers of the feasting men who hold the throne, yet they’d find that operating hearsays from d’rect hand can never craft a product whole. An insertion in the sentence makes for ripe uncertain ‘surgence; And you must profess the jaded tincan apricot which on markets they have sold. Oath of pine indecent though; as for seed it takes much time to gather worm. Diligence through papers flows, but averted not was action through the comatose.