Evening, And It Still Rains

Autumnal rotation rendered aromatic wind engines, part of the language of change and vapor. Plush-water clumps purged nocturnal winds of fat and bitter acids. Higher Orders (Dot, Back Breaker and Capella) drew lines from treetops to field rows, broadcasting berries and seeds of vibernum and nightshade. Information objects clumped in fur-bundles, collecting loose rich and lost language. We cast forms of dejection in clay and feces. Many children explained, “We are not aware that we are doing this. This is in fact all that we are doing!”