the missing text of the lost tower

Most characters compromised 
by flinching.  He stood to write. 
A test of coherence administered
as if particulate matter 
collided.  In green is blue.  
And the way of seeing divined
 by the irregular strokes of 
cuneiform.  Periodic doses 
revealed the repository of
altered ideas.  How many
languages are availabe
& why the disparity betwen
idiom & the forecastable
future.  Never wobbly, the
foundation settled into the 
landscape.  Bird tracks
began the communication 
routine.  If recorded prehistory
immobilized modernity &
stepped out of line.  I have
heard all of this before.  A
book located in a ready-made
symbol, identified by a bibliography
of waking no more than one
anagram puzzled the remaining
civilization.  Talk around but not  
inside.  The subject he wore
was a thread-bare suitcase.
The complaint rain paper
into a harlot garden.  Tho  invisible,
walls were erected as mnemonic
devices by decree of the
commune.  Writing survived the
character by virtue of predatory 
extinction.  In the center of
the book was the eye of the
hurricane.  The paraphrase.
Certain fleeting symbols held as vocation
separated by an apparatus of 
misconduct.  Some aspects of the
interglacial have come full circle.







The sentence bequests an
extrodinary truth, tho failure
to arrouse habitats of instinct is
crucial to the life of the character.
A remedy for hairline instability
was discovered in the pocket
of the mustard appointee
working for a change.  Bottles
siphoned a cackling 
liquid into a much discussed
effluvium.  Negative imagination
played a hand in disorganizing
the rhythm of the obvious.  No 
more than one entity could  
recite Finnegan's Wake from 
racial memory.  Looking down,
earthward, skeletons of hands
with 2 thumbs, prying
open geodes, unearthed but
weathered.  A bard & an echo.
His eyes neglected the act
of writing the character
at home in its text.  Whodunnit
alone.  Maybe the length of 
2 days was enough to conceal
fly-by-night opportunism. 
Taken with a brain of fault
they welcomed possibility as
essence immortal.  Even
pillars rejuvenated the surviving
entrance to the tower, any
tower.  Each character underwent
extensive transformation from
its original appearance.  Who might
act in league with opposition 
would come under noiseful
scrutiny.  At once the hedges
surrounded the territory
approximately between the
missing continents.  What no
single line of though can
accomplish a brainwave will
crash.  A diagonal alignment
of peepholes in keeping with 
sessionist tradition.  





Nearing an equilibrium of orchestral
proportions, the wad conducted
a tempest.  But not on schedule
according to transportation
heresy & bombast flighttime.
Delays moderated the fantasy,
collaborated the distinction
between red & a narrow
tower of divination.  Belief
& catch-all cures do not a
recovery make.  The character
engraved in stone but surrounded
by the honey of goats.  Their
broadcast sounded similar to
the untuned frequencies of
lunar sunspot activity.  A
radio & a descent.  Hoping
less the desire of bark
encrusted growth.  The horticulture
was ancient but the botany
was riddled with futurist
lemmings.  "Words then remain the
elegance at chaos gate."  He had planted 
the wrong specie of vine against
the tower.  It mutated while 
he was paging thru an out of 
print encyclopedia.  Symptoms
varied according to the agility
of adjacent recipients.  He might 
say the test is always
paradoxical if he could locate 
the lost tower & if the
excavation began according to 
iniative.  Objects in the mirror
are closer than they appear.
"On sublime course leading to rapid
progress toward perfectibilizing
perfectibility."  Despite the settlement
of intentional differences a
god banged pans or let the goat
out of its pen.  There
can be no delays but singing
is a theory of absolute.  To
prove beyond cause a worth
in mislaid timetables.  






No mind no matter, who hopes.  I
can hear doubt and pentacles
of new meetings.  They come in
couples and act in vogue with
excited chemistry.  After science
has disappeared the rehearsal 
will be over.  Suspension is
deposited in violation of
previously invented treaties.
No one goes without a house
to call their own.  Hip districts
of love & more tangle than
bundle. He won't read that,
so punch outward.  The tower,
brackled by ivy in the age 
of huts learnt by virtue of 
position. There is no going
back.  Work wrangles the
have-nots.  A blurt in the
road impedes the progress
which we had grown accustomed
to.  In variation the reverse 
is true.  Hand-warmers and
mustache watches.  They are
waiting on the train.  Hold
your crotch in her mouth.  Can
you take it.   "Writing is always 
virtual."


Spelled binomial but pronounced
with cleft chin, head jerked
& looking over the shoulder.