I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity
This is just a place: we go around, distanced,
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something
Fall's leaves are redder than spring's flowers, have no pollen,
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though,
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating,
One failure on Top of another
By classicpoet
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every
A day without rain is like a day without sunshine
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is,
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity
This is just a place: we go around, distanced,
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something
Fall's leaves are redder than spring's flowers, have no pollen,
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though,
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating,
One failure on Top of another
By classicpoet
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every
A day without rain is like a day without sunshine
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is,
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search