Gray center reserves the right to lumine at extremities. Professor entered docile, baring ankles under scarlet robes. Landscape on the verge of disarray. For every filthy camp before the war, there had been a dozen kitchens just like this, with blazing lights beneath the cabinets. But now,
absent basilisk replaced by truck driver. Professor
finds repose in attic room, by window splayed with wooden cross,
elongates after hushing branches titillate the pane.
Comport your disarray, or depreciate to gray centrality. They eat meat leanly,
with vulgarity abated by disinterest.
Slow seizure by a
public rite. Hallowed mind disclosed by twisting eyes. One spasms meanly underneath
the moon. His shell thin
and breathable. Slow twitching, slow stuttering dance, hands permitted
time to open, or to clasp.
Lull in music on the street, the forum
loosening a moment in the patience of the Lord. Amazing: glass can
be reflective or transparent.
Tame Professor took it one step at a time. When he spoke her words through twisted lips, she found the center as a natural equilibrium of weight. His distorted mouth, curling as elliptic stretch of perfect form; heron heralding the morning in a hushed contortion.
The zoo is through like sawdust, blonde when sun surmounts the mill.
Cavemen chanting in their bones on bistro seats beneath the scarlet awning; trilingual lady drying cups; heron in a sculptural warp. Professor by the corner window, secret thought.
He is of practiced life to stand and reap upon the narrow givenness,
sectioning the inaudible white hair of maize.
