A strangeness in the shifting world we were to belong: on the statement he produced, the informal words, a concoction of silvery and maple letters transforming the image in print to this evolution by way of transport; delivery from a company manager, the blending ashen look, compelled a not to subtle lemon interior. Vertical lines of mismatched tones, helped induce the feeling of spirit to power a lemon harness from a immediately troubling power of displacement. The more i had fed those returning niceties, the arch of sound conversed through a connect to the energized crumple of how far to take you. Our everlasting of shifting miles, returned with a ferocious and strange abandonment to alas in preservation, a nurturing meek, of the residual confidence, telling no strangers we waxed them a dial revered.
© Adam Blewett 2019