…THE LOWER LIP SOMEWHAT FALLEN…

[Response to: Half dancing half waiting.]

ALSO, further, furthermore it was as if he would NEVER KNOW which is what always SO got him in the end. He could see THINGS happening it was just as if TWO women had just WALKED BY one carrying a MOSTLY broken umbrella the other carrying a FINE umbrella and he still couldn’t really RELATE. REALITY. It went down and came UP the fire escape EVERY few minutes and still IT was as if EVEN THREE WOMEN and a SMALL FLAT ANIMAL and a FLY even in the ROOM didn’t measure ANY much. COULDN’T measure. Even a SMALL FLAT DOG with TWINE and a PINWHEEL. Even a FLAT FLY and FOUR tall women and a flute and a coat made of gravel. SPARROWS.

You know THAT POEM about the lemon wheel that one can RECALL as VAGUELY GREEK. You KNOW that ONE? He read it over a GRAVE with a stuck PINWHEEL in the top. Now isn’t THAT just.

[THIS IS YOUR 157TH POST. AMAZING! THIS POST HAS 157 WORDS.]

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