These loud books of atlas encompass put the needle down to crackle through history's blurs.
The salient cries of menacing crows built a sonic temple around a grizzly's hackle and curse.
Bad moon howling toward a gray wolf roaming alone except for the constant trespass of rues.
A separate attempt to salvage the agenda that includes an enormous trading route of delivery.
The wang and twang of a woozy string loosed over the rust of pickups inlaid with pearl crust.
Grease of service and inebriant sidling along the beach with sand castles and sculpture of hues.
Rainbows gaining on the pursuit with a double then triple then quadruple hoop-bows of tint.
Palisades I'm tired of arguing for because of different meanings I acknowledge and they don't.
I understand that it may be a line of defense against attack and a fence and railing, however.
However they're also my memorable cliffs visited in the Driftless Area of the north Mississippi.
The natural splendor seems more relevant to classical Chinese poetry than the mundane fence.
Either way, no one acknowledged there might be more than their singular definition construct.
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