There still maybe be burdens under the tables, scarlet fierceness - TopicsExpress

There still maybe be burdens under the tables, scarlet fierceness on the imprints of a liminal point, or the hazy reflection it casts onto waters of the bull, features of statues. Nonetheless, typeset pages never stop reaching mass in favor of disappearing with the wind’s shout. The discs, they arrive, they merge, they listen for the pulse. No sigil can match the water that falls between and upon images. No projection shall beat the built in insistence that I still handle as though it’s not mine, but still mind to tend over. The beach with its sails, testing waters but not seeing the nest of crows. But at the same time, there is no seen dividing line, so I must walk by the shore and look at creatures and the rhythm of tides.