SOLVYON
The air wails and slithers singing around clay arms. Everything will be powder. Listen, and see the sticky dough of fantasy, that drooping sail of getting-around-to-it. Summerchild enflamed pout citric signs. Build a granary. Push ups fall in. Seams speak volumes.
HEIM
Heim … plainly the predicament
needy indirection
Screen her your purples
Like, lilac
as sez ..
SAENTHAERSYS
Saenth nurtured and gathered in Aersys. Soft-handed and disciplined. Shored up in a storehouse, careful not to grow stale. It wouldn’t be wrong to say a malleable flow chart embedded in the heart of the Arts. A sigil writ in molasses, in pink and white puff. Eternitys sojourn in prissely fuzz.
Elier, alas
Onwards into the Forgetting
AKSALVYOR
Asal pokes a fireman pole through each story of the project, It’s spline ribbed by doubt and her greyed siblings. Salvyor softens the crag thru Swedish massage. Saenth her beloved mother. It’s so forcefully simple that words stumble. The/she/It rhymes with Love.
Pronouncement draw lines, tethering morphic bodies tentatively. How does system coagulate? What is it’s place? It is the moonlight zenith (can-you-imagine) of the Aersys serpentine. On the sunny side boiled to stew, tem sublimate into aer. Aer as a kind of plastic tact. One could say life itself, towards an End, towards gleams of Sol Vyon.