My Chanting Assembly Loves Her Moon Temple Queen

The air was cool and breezy, with some force of wind. It was sunny through the cloudy veil. A white and grey feather landed on my black pant leg. I did not see a bird. A tiny fly with her motor buzz zigzagged past my head. A distant plane echoed in the sky. The orange crest lovebird rested on the green guardrail for a moment. Another plane droned through the sky. A seagull careened and she flapped over trees. A little white fluff took a meteor crash on the grey gravel. A crow cawed 4 times. Tree branches had green bushy tails. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.

A crow cawed 4 times, adding 4 then 4 more. A jet plane cut through the air. A very long bird with a wide wingspan continuously flapped in the sky. The crow cawed, repeating her bursts of 4 without stopping. Yesterday’s bright shining light was not on her mountain of love. It was gone. I wondered what that was. It was as bright as a movie light. Her mountain was looking like ripening grapes. The white gauze that coated the sky allowed only for the faintest blue. It subtlety bled through. 2 dogs started barking. The crow cawed 6 in a line. Orb of Sun beamed its warmth. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.

The jittering bird was laughing alot. Another bird copied her rhythmic attack but sounded more like a Sci-Fi ray gun. More birds added their individualistic sonic mark, making an overlapping chorus in serial sequence. I listened to the traffic noise as though it were abstract sound -an ongoing rush like an endless hollow huff. The sound of planes was ever-present. The tiny fly buzzed in my ear. I wondered where she would be landing. Big stitches became undone in the process that was unraveling. I breathed a sigh of relief. Deep regioned were reached on the platform. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Orb of Sun glowed through the thick cloudy veil, with a wide halo around it. It rested in the center of a rainbow ring. It reminded me of an astrological chart. The sun’s warmth was unremitting. I closed my eyes and saw a cluster of yellow spots, like constellations of planets and stars. Her love flooded my heart. Her softness took my rough edge away. I went downtown and thought of her all the way. My calendar capture loves her charming underwear. My erect skyscraper loves her building scaffold. My waking reality loves her firm leg shape. My ankle hold loves her back arch.

My typewriter table loves her writing tray. My clothes sketches loves her button order. My found bones loves her police check. My chanting hall loves her temple floor. My king pillar loves her queen pyramid. My robot manufacture loves her mechanical mould plant. My drill sergeant loves her command numbers. My school father loves her teacher’s class. My production house loves her furniture design. My pier assembly loves her blacksmith metal. My border loves her brown brick wall. My building house loves her elaborate frame. My stamping a coin loves her firm value. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box “Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee: yea, I will help thee.” -Isaiah 41:10. I love Anna Dirksen.

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