LO-VERUTION

World goes on same as what for difference contends that variance is as much habit as intervention, doomed to luck of being saved from what will never yield time enough to realize that progression has reached end of what Attar's birds flew so ardently with, I guess, shackles still on, to ask Melek of foreign land how get rid of these things make it so difficult to get anywhere burdenless, for which to answer 'visibility' is whole solution, having learned yet, not that what bound each to their own could never take place by agreement which self is to, that fetters believed are always those unseen, by stead in that 'go back home' was but dialectical reciprocity in that destroy must, for how in whatever in attempt we try to prove 'natural.' *

All that exceeds what is excessive, the missive launched in the long term from birth, accompanied by apparent contradiction of the engine block having fallen out before the composition (fetal development) could complete itself, is for nothing remains inert, intention goes on forever with all its necessitating accompanying error as lamented or broken out in laughter, the rights, not of theology, but contingent of effacement of what divides the 'plain' from the 'exotic,' each where is substratum of what meant was to be represented, the motif, cunning as a snake in the grass, whose choreography in feeling inescapable, is the axial manifestation of the turning earth. *