Liberty and Independence

Planning this circle, twelve miles?
Intense divide, zoning, a single channel,
Auspicious separation between waterways,
Nimble, with a thimble, our lives hang by a thread,
Intention a sore thumb, a plotting for a strict liberty,
Fall down into this second, we like to be alone, as much as an
Interview can be undertaken.  Don’t listen to them, see how long
Cobblestone can last, see how long you can restrict the old world,
Austere modernity shuts out warm leaves leaving us.  They must
Repatriate.  I won’t call to you anymore.  Our false birds copying,
Extravagantly mimic, a green parrot.  Can any bird remember?

Propel them into the wild to be caught again.  He has chosen another.
Intimidation to scare all the women in the world.  He writes about no
Graveyard, living his life for the minute, soaking in his love, loving her
Impractical and dizzy with past days he would like to forget.  I would
Avalanche myself away from all this guessing game that jabs at
Roughage, spinach or romaine for a salad.  These days will not last.
Expulsion catapults us into wars.  The women are caught between

Prophesy and history, trying to sort through some preservation of what
Inaccessible knowledge could be learned.  What is the reason for history?
Greetings make a day prouder.  What habits shall we dismiss? 
Loudspeakers in high school hallways.  It’s a place I was.  What shall he learn?
Include me in your calculations world.  I will not praise anyone.  I will not help.
Avarice makes me a green monkey.  Those corporations so cold from a distance,
Reprehensible teams cutting a proper cloth in squares for old quilts.  Their
Energy saving ways, the Amish could settle, they were not men in tights.

Private enterprise, the Algonquians are only one of the many, the Cherokees
Incoherently continue in some path to bead together feathers and some designed
Omission of words not needing to be spoken always.  Why was I impinged, the letter
Verified, make me forget about me, make us forget about us, we can say as much as we like
Inclusive in our approach to one another.  I have not yet lost all my graces?  I have never had them.
Glaring and alone, I am not alone enough.  I need people and the people come to me.  They are there.
Glasshouses keep the roses.  Greenhouses.  I shall not praise anyone so much at all.  I won’t remember.
Independence is competent, not dependent, what is competent, to compete, alright then, let’s.
Nerve-wracking idiocies.  When we compete, we still go back, return to idiot blocks, made to feel
Amphibian, less than human and cold-blooded, or be like plane that lands on water rather.
Reunite this history of companies.  Let’s forget about too much or too little, enough is enough,
Embargo what needs no passageway because somebody else has it, and has it waiting for someone.