| Extracts from Carrier of the Seed a sequence by Jeffrey Side |
 You made Pandora visit me from her disruptions across the sea her mane was stretched like Cyprus flow and her mind was as smooth as causation at a time I had reached my most content you pointed her up and to me you sent like when I passed quickly through the sheep pool clustered together there at the edge of a clearing the struggle for mating territory accident and necessity but at base level this just comes down to quality asset concepts recommended for global incremental alignment nonetheless you were loved attracted by cries of the tormented with the stick which she uses for leather no less than poverty expressive of self doubt held in a head-lock laughing whose mother emerges as I sometimes do myself known for contending scandal in the libraries exposed on sale insist we tolerate anthropology in the island fashion much of our lives women and children with equal truth that burns produce syndrome which accelerates metabolism and the midnight blue of zenith impersonal and personal made clear by the notices and the poster exploitative and acute against various defences we might keep the altitude in view by the stream near Vancouver …  I wanted to put things right down to the letter while he was just a child and she called him to her bedside and said I’m dying I’m poorer than your parents and I’ve nothing much to leave sometimes I think we have no choice I wanted to be real not plastic as once I loved a bonny lass safe from all the sleet that had accumulated on frigid England’s sterile streets while somewhere in the light an artist drew you near trees that will never start and cooperation was not forthcoming so that it shall not be confused with itself come on baby do your stuff you know how to serve me suppose you screeve or go cheap Jack sometimes it takes luck even to think straight they would hold you in the darkness and kiss you in the light they would listen to your story until your stress was slight then they departed in the evening when the sun was turning night and her pulse did beat for thee I’m lost and I don’t know why sarakawi you loved me really even though you chased after your lover but could not catch him I should’ve been somewhere by now I’ll see you back on deck …  no reason for your mind to leave you the clarity of the native hands are deep within your bed and the mournful words that are uttered can never be unsaid and the ones who were within you are now without toiling in different cities to keep your fortress stone to break now that kingdoms come and kingdoms go and your soul in Gertrude’s precious chamber your love they tried and for the world outside women in the parlour have remembered and in the scattered graveyard the stolen church bell tolls you through the mazes that surround you to America in this life and in the next from your computer they hope you travelled to claim your freedom back cattle on a fading then you came home with a letter written to shattered hearts your Arctic beams shone down on the eyes who would not leave a minstrel revealing the pure sound of the music and the blood that must sustain you pilgrims suspended between life and death and the still cold trails of autumn dawn were shown to you caught between two vast shores where the wind had caught your breath you were raised above and all that did remain was taken from you used to watch the dancing girls while they were writhing in their trance with their chartered bodies in jeopardy and all the men who surrounded you had waited for their chance they were ghostly then but now they do not haunt you but those days are long behind weary confession but you still retain your grace and all of this territory where all the maidens in the valleys are trapped within their sleep …  soldiers cry out in their cages and you feel the padded paws of squirrels all about you I could never work it out myself as I went out one morning in the college woods those child bearing hips your husband died in the mountains and I’ve got money in my jeans there’s nothing that I can do with my heart still entwined I’m rootless and my swan has gone I don’t want to wish anything on anyone pull my heart out with your love I sunk a well and answered to my lust so great is his mercy like a father who pitieth his children for you did not receive the spirit of slavery and your sons and daughters shall prophesy silver and gold have I none send me on my way so that I can go back to my homeland they were a people strong and numerous nothing of theirs was missing I am about to go the way of all the earth if only my anguish could be weighed return to him you who have so greatly revolted …  I was abandoned with reclaims of the high nature and there are no accidents except her anatomy bred forth organism like that time she stood me up her dominant motherhood wave?matron phallic surplus condition of autonomy closing her flesh envelope over her minoan female tower made me curious as I crept towards moment maximum intensity horizontal chain?like arranged whereby conversation became pointless camouflage consumption for the sailors was her call so don’t make me go into debt and don’t make me play this way now thou hast sorted out this stuff in your head he’s just trying to get back cable symmetry forgetting reproduction and transference blows unquestioned opaqueness through conflation or colludes with the refusal of insert and service while situation process repetitive delaying my love has gone escalator she’s calling the river over illusion at my core while on high heaven’s vengeance what you send out it comes back more get out of her my people the lady from Baltimore like we did for the eight rivals loose at feet where they lay in the vale water shot the last to go down …  I hear a great voice shell?encased turtledove similar to walpurgisnacht and Tripoli and like them I’m gonna get home tonight where she met me her singularity showing itself in the way she descended mirrored accordingly to come hither consistently but it isn’t also an illness there’s a chemical element that takes place at a certain point though nothing’s been proven yet come off it you have a stable mind also you have a great level ness about you so hang on this is one of the voices calling though you were forced to closely release faculty with those who will be familiar among the admired melting into nature resented and constructions against the glutted apple gaze and those drained myths of religious faith where mannoisms were writing contorted letters that became contempt producing flood disorganizing processes and parallels time’s interior form of art converging on kangaroo only to implement songbirds mourning dogs while laconic restraint passes into opacity presentiment but I believe it to be the obsession with perception which forms a sediment in the contrast dark in pomegranate bruising born before time jumped them for nothing in Venice apart from autumn at gas no more causation blockage near Geneva night come I will fold you in vinegar lest some time comes between us but I’ve used up all my sanctions and I’ve used up all my speed …  |
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