Points of connection form inventive displays of
invection.
Timeless anchors continually beat and coerce
wandering collections of verbs and nouns, taking
them down pathways of irregular adjectives.
Dumping them irreverently into piles of yesterday's
distinction, having no place in annals of persistent
expectations.
Ribbons of lace deftly tie all points of connection
into inventive forms of time and it's essence.
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