Accommodating something astronomically. Partly subject to a season. New Year, the word ablaze celebrated in abundance. No, not asking for rain, but yes, from afar gaining acceptance acoustically. If it's warm it's sisterly; if it becomes surveyed affliction grows.

Balanced sideways two sunny eyes with raised brows browsing the backroads of the future

Centralized, almost an oval including a true way out, socializing. Good morning critical mood, on my own shape's horizon tiny red hairs learn to be aware of what they first may fear but what turns out to be another desired experience

Decentralized, a tiny snail descends the window glass, feelers fully extended into my room where the storm exists only in my frightened insides

On Embossed wallpaper gray zones of pulverized skin. Was a body tired of wearing skin that refuses to take on new messages? On its journey through the air, light beams picked it up occasionally. Choosing a flight in silence, it places itself in a position where new shapes are passing by

F! Emphatic- the F-word- from the tongue frustrated fowl-mouthed chicken- the fox in the hen house full of sour grapes- fine wine- its label selling it to the fabulous rich- smiles into giggles

As a Group of five gamblers we share tonight's full moon equally between us being a dancer, a deep-sea diver, a black smith, a beekeeper and his pregnant woman. To become a community of seven both, the dog and the cat release the pale light and themselves on the roof of our Jeep Cherokee

How half hunched over the scared heart pulls a person as a cart is drawn by the sacred horse. Hurt harmed and then horned - now holy

Immigrating willingly into acreage of question marks building a maze. Now in the sound of words breaking territory, a stringed center in mind

J The powerful letter to introduce a name. The Jews have chosen for their god. Grandmother borrowed it for my father and he for me. So what joins us?

Knee-length shorts for summer and a kinetic ability of mist getting pierced by a flock of blue jays. There must be a gathering elsewhere - bells joining singers

La -- fa-la-la-la the letter linked to larynxes to lungs, lunges lower than the libretto lets a libertine Lolita lick her lips while lisping loud her love

Minimizing meteorologically the influence of April rains, the meandering of her mind materializes spring a time moving minuscule muscles unwillingly - offspring in a pickup?

Nursery rhymes with her story. And we do that. Continue our inner dialogues - our scripts - etching them, emb-e-d-d-i-n-g them in kids. Our attitudes -- the highest they reach for - until

an Oscillation on the ocean takes on the viewer's eye. With a more earthly approach and calculated obeisance my son opts to become an optometrist

Please thank you for your consideration to please you. My pleasure makes a plea for the p-ease of appeasement

Q was quite bogged down in a quagmire of tiny details when Queen Elisabeth, smirking lifted her right glove up to a diamond earring and the British took it -- believe it or not -- for a qualified greeting

the Rolling sound in the back of your throat - the deep thrill of joy that vibrates on the tongue - the verbal signature of Ireland - 3/4 of a cat's language - the pitched roof with the curved finial

it's a Sexploitative to do it sequentially. The session goes about sesame oil and with the serenity of sexagenarians, we unequivocally insist to discuss homosexuality, the way it is experienced but rarely reflected spiritually

Two twined, briefly our need forces body to body for the exchange, the seconds which banish aloneness- when we're children again at home in the moments before our own conception

Ultramarine umbrellas in abundance along the sunny path around the Fuji. This family reunion seems utterly beautiful; none wants to appear unfashionable, let alone undependable

V - a V of geese- a wedge of sky migrating in their wings the lonesome cry of every traveler

Wouldn't hurt more than usually. In the worst case she was unobtainable, tired of my wordiness, simply ready to drink from her own wishing-well

X - the mark we sign our names by buying a new house, the commitment to each other and windows on an altar of rocks. X the unknown. Tonight we do not know yet, if

Yachting is the goal, we yearningly give the mast a new finish, invite a skipper from the yippee-generation. Doesn't matter if it's a youthful mistake or not, it's what we're feeling the winds are blowing us to

Zeros, slender circles, stacking up. The pile of round coins, the price of a place. Will it want us? The shape of our planet encloses us empty or rich