Douglas Barbour & Sheila E. Murphy Continuations CXXI: a chancy moment airy confabulation a balloon or flag half up or down a signifier far too ambivalent too far gone in contentious coup de grates loons drift forward present contentment breezes half across to mean the act of observation shifts the seen as if turned into the known known if only as the invented rational e booked for a flight of fancy never imagination that lost leader lost again tapping sounds revive our recollection random messages mime rations of caught feeling vertical fluency mere flecks seeming precisely formed if precision mattered words might count a math made simple enough for more than the few wielders or welders of a small mind to a smaller ambition louder than numbers song wields ambidextrous navigation through fields just found to hinge to one an other bit by bit muddle by muddle through fair exchange for a lost leader that s le(a)d a head full of clouds clods a way of covering sight mere a cappella meanderings crowd the cave layer by layer of closure as of cloture melody’s unbrought mention an unspeaking head shot frame on frame up right as a straight away a sway of opinion s now job less than meets the aye a vote of confidence men (writ in within the wherewithal to lure de fault position way to the right replete with residue of found fa la lollygagging a twitter a song sung far too high in a somewhat faulty tower of crown(ing) a career cracked (or is that cranked (on ressentiment rungs of the high plane lower than true reach the racking up of points seasons decibels intoning loyalty as if a shared urge as if a sheared edge would cut an it sans IT (unsound espionage or is that unseen no oath unheard but loss of intelligence guaranteed herd thought free of outliers out lying in fie lds leaders at a loss telling of oaths offshore a tossed off walk the plank not meant for the vast unwashed no ticked talk for ‘you’ you unmentionable that big family tent actually quite small malls filled with lanky dudes without the tickets big laugh no prattle just brash walk away not toward what used to seem an ace in the (w)hole a tiny slip of (into) darkness sashaying really those tight jeans a disguise an altared egotism rei(g)ns supine (a)lasses primped residuals of mega marketed taught shallows around fictive supreme selves self-circuiting mere flecks of inventory kept woe meant frozen asse(r)ts a yes(terday) man made then remanded branded no pain gainsaid precision as in correctness of the flower its true folds tone of rose a précis of whole summerful of tones apart from rows throws a sign if it cant be a call or a cull a kill ing floor flooded by the bought calligraphy unto itself allows a rise the antonym of ludic maybe past the lull wrought positioning of sub atomic this black mark(et) written on the whim profound the age of entitlement no (en)light meant (to meet the gilded eye known cinders inasmuch as moves ahead triangulate the set piece with ingredients that finesse pro forma hymns to her written in complicit codeprevious page contents next page
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