PeacePaint ( A Kit to Run from or Crawl To )
PeacePaint Conjuring and Ruminating ... ( + old lyrical blonde stones ) ... We are a tide breathing in and out ... crawling the chain ... In this case ... Heaven is sixty-six years old ... Ore ... Is it eighty-eight? ... Eye ah ... Ear oh ... Crackly Whisper ... Keep it mentally healthy ... PeacePaint ... In the dead of night ... stones are rising up and floating with firefly stars ... We will always be so disturbingly and wonderfully restless ... Pick up your aprons off our old court maple wood floor ... They always said education opens us up like a blossom ... that is also a hinge flung window or passage ... ( 1965 ) Remember the fresh sunny morning when we experienced that distinctive sweet nectar taste on the tongue ... in the mouth ... around six years old ... or thereabouts? ...
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Hand us the broom ... metaphors for a collection basket being passed around is live ... Naturally We ... Empowering Us ... Timeless Our ... end to end from all directions ... forgetting what time or day it is while immersed in the play ... Not even one single thing or being anywhere in this sort of stuff ... So ... I early on converted to We mark(er) has its defined point and end value ... This is what all of our activities keenly sense today ... moving forward ... And some of the written and spoken for sweeps read backward ... from this moment here ... looking at mirrors of where we actually began ...
Our breath crawls on ovals ... and chains of them carry whole pieces ... Issued Tissue doing "connective work" wherever ... How a body is covered with thin to plump lipped mouths of voicing breathes — ellipsis fetters ... tilde ... single-period uniters ... plain clothes sentences — The kind of pewter pursuit marker that can't be faked as backward baby steps ... so knowing the currency tells our clean brush what each time of day or night should look like ...
Harmless word wood-splitting has left all significant opaque titles and entered our pellucid ... honest ... forthright body ... Mid-stream becoming a mined thing ... held inside paraploo word ... as improved reality ...
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What goes in as a reading returns as disciplined work and play ... Even a dressy campaign gets tattooed so to speak ... They want to keep saying over and over the word sweep ... and elder nature presents to us a vintage broom ... made literal ... then passed hand to hand around a circle ... What a vision ...
Chains becoming fetters — forth word mined for its second ore ... Restraint pulled up out of sequence ... Then dissolving as an invented character or person ... now a condiment cohering around a prophet's name ... kept only for how it sounds when it rolls off a tongue ... Personal put or placed into material — which is the reason denominations can't date anything ... Bench language given similar treatment as the legal definitions ...
Here is what this is that nothing else can be ... Really ... are you going to say that ... Paraploo? ... Maybe ... Yes ... Why not? ... It was also just witnessed inside ... Poured out of a dated conversation whose I and Eye is gone and turned to the opposite direction ... Another deliberate absurd mirroring of a structure — habit becoming the next so-called stand-up ... Where watching a large plastic barrel get re-set keeps the fixation of it constant ... That known now made physical ... The whole Kit to run from or crawl to ...
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