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{the stone road} paul adrian mabelis Tetrahedron granite shoals. A rough, rhythmically slow way of regurgitating gravel, the compartmentalized landscape, a linear texture of terrapins in a terrarium, gluttonous tethered tyrants lay taunted by a watchdog – thirsty for foliage fat and protected, quick friction – busy in the formation of a path or byway, holy lodges on the wayside measuring magnetometers the thermometry of our theocratic geothermic bleeding insides, just as shelled, just as stoically ruffian suffragette, rinsed wine colored vines, veins and rain, falling - fretting - folding over the regrets of any torn apart part of terra, fabric, dome depleted of a diametrical roof tear in the static of the sunlight laying still, the near silent shrill of the leaf left naked without the branch, the undiscovered map, therapeutic wherabouts of all transcending theories, human auras and aloe vera’s, guantanamera, quantum veiled sclera, waves of rare conspiracies and collective worries, all blurry interpretations of the thermodynamic purring of time intermittent haze and a narrow trail blazing through the hillside. |
