justwrite 22 june delayotype

shadows of dreams seem to echo brightly through the days the humid air stale with waiting fading in and out of patience and the delay in response merely a suggestion that another direction might be the more admirable the admiral of a sunset sea in which everyone floats easily no wages no sin no death just a stretch between senses a verb without tenses inviting the pleasure of conjugation with no destination in mind finding neither hide nor fair hair of a tale fit to tailor to the audience a preponderance of data flitting through the stratosphere the clear air pressing gently into the wet grass beside the driveway digressing from the text and what's next