The Dandelions at Goloring Ditch
They’re quick-witted, iff haptic
aptitude is the term for that
mantic faculty where ru-
minants leave the taproot intact
during the dog days. It is
when the summers snow. And what fair
dehiscence, the suer to which
the facile is apropos. Made
more fissile than shoulders of
the Muliphein is to any
surface where the hollow re-
joins the main thrust. The fourfaced wind
races over the lesser
cursus—the Gaussian curve at
−1. Early lung
ching, yellow-green
where once there was
none. The thing I feared would
happen happened. We take this head-
on. Quickleather, woodknock, birch-
tusk; willowswept over the jewel.
All that is is dwindling.
We know this on an intuit-
ive level. We value con-
sistent rhythm for the fugue it
can introduce. The mane some
how moults, somewhen is made to be
diffusive—I meant diffuse—
and the spirits thereby released
from the weight of being beasts.
S.G. Mallett is online at dowsing.neocities.org
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