• To fall from an island four hundred meters from a sea made by concrete bares.
    And tiny people on a Boulevard hemmed in chalk.
    The contour for a bloc on an artery way, a surmising impression whose success is delayed by its own absence.
    A trumpery blazed abroad, herein pips its propounded minor meaning: to make no sense any (unprecise) second it’s uttered.
    An amazing response as your body is warmed by an unmanning howl of arousal.
    Your eyes would drool and your mind would too.
    The feeling was only for a second, if only for a second.
    Whereas your ‘Psychological prominence and locus’ ejects any new voucher you have to make.
    Focus in on a humans portrayal as its expression changes every new hour, and so they fall for a pseudos chicane, a dupery menace on a Boulevard.
    For a decade he stood and eyed the dogwood tree as he matured, bloomed, and its fruit fell.
    Its roots were eaten by a cunning worm who stood on its branches and pulled them up by hand.
    The weeds would develop tiny feet and sneak such as buds and roses away from an inferno in the woods.
    They would soon envelop the gazer in a personal copse.
    A necessary shadow was depressed by the roots and the dogwood tree is reborn in a dying summary.
    Hunger made a stomach ribbons, and a pine’s roots would swallow.