Sparkles the light of evenings

Somewhere the man calls, he imagines her his
From a high cliff, the spirit calls, demons screech
Accelerating the herd of pigs. It had rained.
Vanguards of what the matter was, she returns
Immaterial. Quickly in and out of the grain.
Lights sparkle in the distance. The evening’s

Lights a disadvantage. The words are evening’s.
In her happier days, the world saw her his
Opening her hands with grace, marshalling grain.
Somewhere from the far-off meadows owls screech.
From a disadvantage the mighty are fallen, returns
A grain of rice for comeuppance. Rites rained

Vacantly, reigning in their bodies, a crowd rained
On parched ground, feeling opposed. The evenings
Retched forth unlovely, searching for flowers. Return
Elements, a snake charmed by its tamer. His
Smile smelling of garlic and green onion. Screeches
Everywhere call ubiquitously in the fields of grain.

Rosamunde saw him at a distance as well, the soft grain
A backdrop for a new chapter of grace. The day it rained.
Saws were brought forth by the woodcutters, screeching
Fiendishly in the quiet light. The distant city’s evenings
Escaped his notice, not by choice but by deep rapture, his
Real interest in the neon brightness of readings returns

In just enough time for the trouble he was hoping for, returns
Challenging his notion of which way to turn who to ingrain
On Sunday with his bible of lewd indoctrinations for his
Sunny windows and house plants. The more it rained
Fiendishly, the more weak he became, the evening’s
Indecency harped on him like a sour wench, the screech

Down of nails on a chalk board, the old woman’s scratch,
A curse of masculine and feminine beauty marred. Returns
Softness, the softest down felt everywhere by evening’s
Enclosure, an enchantment to race against an opposed grain,
Getting a war on with barley and rye. The rain rained
Aslant, his girl with the umbrella left beside herself, still his.

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