Phlebas II

It was open when sun verged and all the old ones were talking, saying how she’d shrunk and I thought I was responding with comforting words like jam in a saucer and then when the head bent down to collect it remembered how gorgeous the time of year was in the isles. Popping splendour like lighting in a cup when I was a child and all the formenting lection would be heft on a bough. These were least of all the remembered soles. Ittering paradises and purged blessings with hell. And she is a ghost bwhite frightening in her portside lamias wiping the holes of the sieve intentioned. When wanted all’s declared to sleep on the beachbreech of her mount, quite left on spring line in the winters heart to come. .spent on angels’ songs lit holy from wood in planes and he is not dying here at all — what’s her worry when he belies, twisting fabric and joint?

So to symbols comes the voice that proclaims without. 2 o’clock must be starboard steerage squaring guitar strings as if the bins were to have lifted by 5. Tired of this authoughtonous levity that keys in Dublin in the old day when I was a boy with figures in the head of springstring. Heartening spring, spring so.
Who are you? Short of tiddled with measure lapping mistress spit when time comes as the gods almost like the new easter egg hunts exploratory orienting past beings head down in the intre cum.
Like waterbed logged devon stoop insected n nettled drum of foreharvest. Busied lazy though held in announcement at haysfarm willow nettleddrum tea lover agent in blind handtao endless springtide gong. Woodplane lazyspume on transpiring ghost on paintlived still, so tried in ariel less cerulean fit - fit to you he is. Willow warm and here is she full greengodknighted weed bedrosedwashed on the bridgingriver red stagnant pillowed shore. The ash in clyst forest. Tryst.

Pylon crackling streamriverbedchought. Beneath such harvest honed to east lifting bones hum. Leaves unswept yardbrushed onto stone pure as futures, camellias or stock or cambridgeblue. Underfoot transported pigmud carpet there.
Broken bird on clawred rooftopcocked night devolving wrenwork sought hungarsprung scratched a yulebead moon figured windless night and meteor showers.
Blanketcare on forestfloor lift honied yoni palmed ambidextrous stars. Did’st drop stitch in the mended crowflight finches water? Prayful glissando hero. Time’s the redclay of devonsapping. Blood dunging. She speaksthus in the infirmity of sense valeing regard.

Her host bones children remade. When she returns, there concupisatory lights are midwife held to brief sex’s zoom. Like waterbeds in ras lanuf. N. Tobaccos led on roses graft relieving wonders endless mails. How cud you become this heart with flesh for-everflying? Aye-ya badbadad. Pride of lad foresworn ken thru wales old ladies cry. Mixes zen whole sculpt glazed thunder ya’ll right. Noao. Slept entirely uneventful how cud the dark insinuate fingers into starewell glupt horizon whak? Unless streams were thoroughly kept in mothers. Weren’t they? She’d dropped embroidered elevators’ infinity in the lodestar now didn’t she? Licked andfuckeddogbitch waat? So. Kissed dirty in clothes on lines in marvellous tesseraed morning likeunto pictures of timeworn sea.

Did not love those grey days in blindeyes steeped daughterly brief and burned. How’s she cutting de damn sailor stepson, heart in the windstunnelled main by aberystwyrth peer. Tell me that thou atlantic and helmsman mist thou queen and Windsor discontent nowtcontent? Thou poor exemplar ofsonsnotwifeso? Allan, exit. .might as well be linnet by trinity’s gate and the cold night of campanile behind you exhausting drops along weston’s hotel in the fools’ gladnight of telephonics. Must go back and see the cat. Isn’t he wholehearted enveloped by a storm? You would cheerily know.