Thursday, August 28, 2014

Liquid Paste



There in the close on a short Hill the distance not more than a mile molten lava poured over top,
the quick of the cover to the down flowing melt regard sugar in an over topping bowl show,
the moving reddish`orange matter thick in it's mass ran over across the lips of the spill,
expansive the volume steadily geared the organic material spreading the hour purr fear.

To the front of my Home I looked for the groan but to my drawing the spot was growing,
great tide in the fire drifting hot holding closely to the earth in a heavily loaded skirt,
to look not the Watch for desperate time walked the safe of any place stairs of a faced,
back to the turn my house now a learn four~Wheels on road horses dog a few person load.

The vehicle chose escape I supposed the tub on all tires the Recreation of shire`d,
the road was so narrow like Straights in a Channel the waves other Trucks on wrong pave in duck`d,
to the entry of shoulder the pass near a Boulder the driver of mine slowed by the arm,
to the Edge of the drop a wall of the crop so sharp was the bend a collective in send.

We were not going uphill nor down more to grade the shifting not tangle from direction a save,
opposite in nature the bus of the note kept on driving tearing the coat,
there goes the screen a mirror ripping cleared as damage was done by the pass of the Ton,
I watched as the line drove down to the wrong standing with Thought I boarded our lot.

In the obvious turnover upside down right on luck the back where the Horse stood with such Crates,
I pulled the dog out from the stuck in the found organized best for the moving still sucked,
frustrated by bumpy the lane was a truth the next moment graced with weird in the boot.

Observance the key piece to puzzled by Vent I spoke to say lets go home this is spent,
in that thinking of taking the five seconds flint a Highway that filled with unethical pant,
their scratching of pass no stop did burn trash to have pointed a fact would waste the in pact,
to the Bell of at close I said to the posed the safest perdition is at the forward in leaving.

Missing the spoke that the Hill did in vote it came to the very trip of the smoke I tracked,
at the base of the living the burnt timbers fell as the Ceiling intact the roof was a cringed,
upon the Flat the base structure was in good shape for been relaxed and at home I stayed say,
to the few in my tow I came to there know stating don't panic the ever core store has phoned.

In the dial of the shed the big molten lead me back to the place of the challenge instead,
like Sod rolling lawn on the dry dirt of the throng you path to allow the Role of the proud,
to believe that the in Work have the right so pulling-over a sweater in the fright is not passing it's polite,
the Rules of a road or the Laws of Panic a lesson from the Teacher was that run of the speech lochs'.

Yes the score`d rafters showed the flow fast however the river of molt rock belief in the Fast,
that in born fact just treasured us Tact to compass the move as true to the clue,
it's the time that shrinks with each a brink Courting the decision to keep choosing live in the sync,
the Que is in this dream last nights theme for You or in I the wood is reside.

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