An Emphasis Falls On Reality

Cloud fields change into furniture furniture metamorphizes into fields an emphasis falls on reality. 'It snowed toward morning,' a barcarole the words stretched severely silhouettes they arrived in trenchant cut the face of lilies…. I was envious of fair realism. I desired sunrise to revise itself as apparition, majestic in evocativeness, two fountains traced nearby on a lawn…. you recall treatments of 'being' and 'nothingness' illuminations apt to appear from variable directions— they are orderly as motors floating on the waterway, so silence is pictorial when silence is real. The wall is more real than shadow or that letter composed of calligraphy each vowel replaces a wall a costume taken from space donated by walls…. These metaphors may be apprehended after they have brought their dogs and cats born on roads near willows, willows are not real trees they entangle us in looseness, the natural world spins in green. A column chosen from distance mounts into the sky while the font is classical, they will destroy the disturbed font as it enters modernity and is rare…. The necessary idealizing of your reality is part of the search, the journey where two figures embrace This house was drawn for them it looks like a real house perhaps they will move in today into ephemeral dusk and move out of that into night selective night with trees, The darkened copies of all trees.