Should there not be a forbidden love, should there not be in the present sentiment of golden aged permissions, should there not be by a sacrifice, should there be.
Count the losses, cut the chains, silence the moon and the fire flies. See the balance slip under waves, see the way the sharks are waiting unseen from the sea, from that and underneath.
Cut the whole of space into twenty fortresses and then and then is there a blood line, there is but it is old, it is then put where it is and nothing can change.
A regal decree of red means that, a regal exchange is made.
Climbing altogether in when there is no last chance of mending no more than a dying king, commanding all of this as stubborn as a jam.
Just as they are suffering, just as they are separated, just as they are love so is there no dying.
Cranberries by Gertrude Stein from Tender Buttons
Could there not be a sudden date, could there not be in the present settlement of old age pensions, could there not be by a witness, could there be.
Count the chain, cut the grass, silence the noon and murder flies. See the basting undip the chart, see the way the kinds are best seen from the rest, from that and untidy.
Cut the whole space into twenty-four spaces and then and then is there a yellow color, there is but it is smelled, it is then put where it is and nothing stolen.
A remarkable degree of red means that, a remarkable exchange is made.
Climbing altogether in when there is a solid chance of soiling no more than a dirty thing, coloring all of it in steadying is jelly.
Just as it is suffering, just as it is succeeded, just as it is most so is there no countering.
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