This Is A True Story
(or: 'Tulips Trembled')
This is the ranround tentrammeled story of tuwuns twicetied, allties crossbound roundwhiles at least one tasselling tieless. Two eyes too, flashing sights unseen earthbound round words bridged airtrussed. Two eyes drawn droopwise from the lids downstumbling over sights slipped and tentpeaked, rosyred skied and webwork glowstrewn, and touched grazewith eversosoft tensionbinding linklocks till eyesworn and soresighted entrenched beyond bridgelengths blinked. (And then nothing really happened for a period of time sightsworn purblind – till splitlids glistered bare lightdevouring throattighteners.) Then tensionmount structurestressed groaning loud and wordswebs strewn rippled net taut spastic crushhidden wingflaps remaining unfree, museumfettered, held for lack of the sighslipped beautyflown skyswallowed. Everfound, the one heartlocked, twoties free, twicewise, found itself the wingswide recipient of the flightwind feathersplaying castemupwards force finding fourwings backlocked buffetflapping the sky high wide, citysmall and antswarming. The best view for allwhiles now. Seeingstretched the limits wide and all the everywherecenterness rrrannngggvibrated still the points onepoint wide. What were fourwings backlocked with all the flightwind laughingstolen, touching each other in the sky against the inevitability of the skeletonshatter crushdeath continent shelves below? Twowings trembletouching fourlipswise in the flightwindsweptaway landrise of allearth plummetrushing? Singing allhomes hearthwarm in the dreambundled cloudrush spastickonjuring sleepbubbles all the way down? Alls watersettled that ever smashed a shin or skinned a skull, just as alls bonesplintered that ever softfloated in the easydrift. A fin torn, a wing shorn. Finflapped wingsnap just as all the air wingtossed bubblebuoys gillpressed surfaceward. So silverdarted oceandeep the tieyesbound, wavehidden, wavetied, all the net deep, crestsbreaking patternwise all across the dappled sunbeaming surface. A tale told of allties tinyhidden in all the last places looked and foreverbinding all the best parts fishparted, tieyes hardly even open in the deeps of the lightsmothered blacknessblossomingbloom. Mostlike the sort of story running trammeled two ones twice tied over and on in and through the needleyes and threadtrenches, unknowingly stitchtightening two eyes ten feet deep in each other (twofish maybe, paddleblinking the lightways, crosspathing the alldeep) trying newties over slipperywhispered corners, all the seas wet, sevenfins backpedalling fourteenwise (all the tieropes trialtightened) and heading landsramped skywards.
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