Writing becomes distant and portraits of hosts crowd the space. The next page becomes as cornered and concerned as a studied artifact. Thoughts not towards anything but embodying a lot of writing. Too many military wives are being arrested. The tiny bit of wandering summarized by a spartan attitude of space.

Beautwelve fills the whisper and
all want fragments why along to check
the short page what your convictions
this is shudder and this is antenna mail

Truth is lies that have hardened.
This should be obvious from the fact that the obverse is also correct. The same obviousness obtains for correctness.

Truth, which will never be more than the notion of truth, keeps for itself only its own over-guarded presences. 

to
clean
over:T

Else everyone leaving leave to say
What sway would, not that urnal
Bishops, jarred as lurid tenses

No scenery in the scenery
Attraction of fact
Puts construction on things

Audible — About heart is more colloquial, that not your line!, keep your hearts in line, to say & less done, rave on, to do & more, distinctively all drums

My mother said.
All surgeons want to do is surge.
And as one took the staples from her skull

Why shouldn’t you too have a woman?

Because U.S. 36 has always poured possibilities
through your hometown, you squeal smoking out of A&W Root Beer

Glass breaking and then laughter
under the open window—
a rabble of carousers