Thomas Lowe Taylor -- N U R

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Rendered delineate
Louter, louder'd

In these delicate airs renewal, harps no wooden airs
Rescind tent, "dog me to the stone"

Allows no distance the music borne atune lates stir
But dressed like liquor buttressed

Nor upper tense their term renewal, nor hops allowed
But formed aside eighters

In flat recall nor doubters love's ankles
Touted aside nor boats these skippers lined out

Toward total lowers low\ to have held
Heaps their sudden tiers below nor altered out

Where her signing outs their own reference recalls
The longer hours you'd met them down the malls

Or have haltered from the distances their own mechanic
Hards the tuner nats no stir therein but held again

Dacy's lamb, nor halted psalter requine termit pane
Nor holded offer skim this peen her tempo scorn

Nay, faulted time torn signs between, as halted torpor
Forms the flinty skin her sighs at sheen nor tempo

Then breaks aside at folds the sharper lore
Referenced out.

This would have been
Eats nor louder

Her fat a science to doubt
But lets them say anything

I'd held my own paces shore withdrawn
The folded paces led us toward the dawn

No motor in your madness
Heals these scenes to rout

Say some more, squeak them dull

Here'd a sail no further
Slopes deny them dint of the moor!

As : slumps : the door, slow apart
Then dumps no more, slips aside
Then leaps too far to know anything

Your'd been away too long, these
Fragments less eternal moments
Denied their own rectitude
You'd say "wha?"
Allowances

Heap of dented cannots.

Leans the flummy

Your own corker, laid away no longer doubt
Afield then marker, paid no stay at donger flaut

Lorks a teal'd minnow shapes her darker
Folded lines, then hear, nor folder poon.

I'd ahead, nor peaks to further, this, at doubt.
I'd said no further, hears too soon, these out
I'd paid him stutter beers a fool seas knots

Or, full. They'd remind the undertext
His own fulfillment wanders ahead

Or shrieks at longing arks their stead
And founder marks at sink and begin.
Thus and full. These are the ways.

Eyed marked ahead

Thus but seen, his armor
Folder state particulars lean

There, but inner asides recall
Their woes late a pinner dude

These lated pines, at foxers
Alight, hang the deal linger

At end you sea them down
At forgers lays a rusk debt.

Folder's effulgent musk, nur

There'd been another snout in the marker-dye, smoothing it all over
The place was not so much new as made another sign of the times
In the inert pleasures you'd consumed in transformative stillness
Made like dust or dirt from the consummate thousands in their own

Released internal the signage pulses plusses into the fathoms unforseen
Laid-by in the latening rusk of the pioneers laid by and set to the known
Air in the mosquito of their own seeing, later in the air but unforgiven
Always into the morning of doubt, riding out of the scene into the the

Or who'd you'd been in another life not so nice to those you loved
And let them by into the dreaming airs of known forgiveness
Anchor and stain in the lawns of tomorrow's now was nowhere
Seen-forseen into southern areas of the owners themselves at

(made a sharp, flowed-folded and then lapsed out, solid burn,

This gutteral essence

What'd you'd'd smoother sharps
Her whipped acts laid open at

Attitude, nor speak, nur fold
To the plower's held, this

Little dues what'r'd piffle
Nay insense, nor other out

Or You do another floater
Beading fortunate arborlites

Not new at all, but claimed
A sponsor heals domed sky

There's no measure

Not no how but how, as that
What'd wheels no doubt
Their airs are said in retreat

But held to terms aside, a
Foal would bead this tune
To mark betimes a wheel

No seams in whirling arts
They sail them down this
Air this is new to spell the

Whips signs their appeal
Would doubt it, too, and
Send them on along the li

Peals the door a fluent
Scorn the peals a due, the
Linger heats the planet.

Nor I believe we will

His song's ended tune
Leads the arrivals down
The liner's own appeal

Deals the diner skin
You don' mean me.
But better claws than
I do send some home

Fourteen dollar in the bank
The rest for foreign bills

But I don't believe it will

That's abbreviated

The longer was, but told, hisses
Nay skinner says skank, your hoot
Believes a scene in mental latitudes
Where bespoke was the jade attender
But blunt then knocked a poke
Their yielded oar, their heisted peak.

Their own masturbation peak

Wasn't held at the end, firm, but
Dressed out in the tempo of the lines

Her own relief was also spelled
The same air trembling atune'd

Butt-marked the load of tiny blends
Their own resistances made tool

Lettuce dikes the fool's territory
Therein and proper, but a joinery

To loose to make infirm, these
Arts and sciences a piffle-doubt

What's squeeze but the loaner
Rout, another pleaser in disguise

Laid back or plenty, oars too front
A marker leans too far along now.

There's a leaping slag

You noose asway nay plinty in her scorn.
Lapped at the firmer plane no poon into sects
As they are not plain but make asides too new
Arrived this plenty yields them down the raw
Affirms, quiescent, the layer ekes a farmer dew

Too soon insect, the river drawn aside newts
The skinner into darkling tents reside insert
Then roars ahead the coaster in the night
Astir within a spirit's multitudes declining

Apart no firmer in the stars would become
The starter within his own residential clime
A poorer lout might stare beyond inclemency
Toward a newer century, then talks again

There's a tool reclining, holding onto acts
Then a porter farms into the lightening rusk
Yet welcomes his son into the warm earth
Plowing down the sentries in their worth.

temptation

daylight's calm must foggy bottoms
her own delight is tangible
own a doorway to who i am

the silence of my own making
she waits by the doorway
not a mystery but a neighbor

her call for friendship not
an anchor on the mark
but a sign upon tomorrow

say this sails across your doubt
or lays anchor on my shore
a moment in the car

you turned away
afraid to touch--or was it foiled
nothing less your own...

that's the lesson in the mist
on the road from the bay,
hanging in the air, hanging there


settled marks, the hour, spread

Her legs are wide apart in my mind's eye.
Mantra of the seeing light
Finger on the mound
Riding high.

She yields me down a smoother lawn
Sighing signs are lost in shadow
Her hips are wide and moving in and down
The light behind your sighs is singing

Light this calmer sign in mark returns
As what is shared is also doubled
Your inner tontu drives me up
This moister line

Said i walked your sighs upside down
And left you singing me in again
Would clear the timing turns
Along my open heart

Total towers say hello

Your own marks are declining down
Billy boy you know you don wrong
He fit her inside his inner sign,
She comes again and again.


This was the lighter day

You folded me into seven hours
Made the snow melt inside
And wet the flowing pool
From here to there

What was a shipment of doubt

This a leer toward the right,
A foaming masterpiece laid aside
But meaning now that's the clue
You said hello and wept again

Rancorous delay your mounts

Surfed to the city's edges at night
The master clouds the easier reach
Nor folds nor tears the later flood
Than heals your melting shore.

From hunkers aside the glade

Spoke or felts the pooler mist
Delays your having this to peak
Then get high and say your name
Would score the boom-a-laka

All them wanna know

Then on the talking zydeco
Right on the fold on down
They call a pig
Or wouldn't pay a fool

That's what we're gonna do

Laid the page breaks a tuner
Follows me down the lakes
And met you in the back
I saw your breasts were weaving

Enough on the rope of tonight

I met you in the shadows of the light
A momento of the dawn
You wore a rising look of subjects
Reaching from the back of a fawn

Nor whisper said no matter in the mists

Here'd a newer signatory responsive, alerted outward
In the manner of the pines and formats unknown.
It'd speak't at firm her anchor plain and simple.
The doorways atune and spoke no anchor on the pain
But held your splinty ache, the northern pasture
Fortunate but faith or plenty in the heart's own
Knockers up, her buttress down aflame at heart
The floating palace markered upward into lines.

Yor, the schoon!

Thee, no harper shed. Lays a groove
The center sent, her at lude the tube
At hope, love's mark misses, send her
Down the line and roped ahead, loot.

This'ld split or pinner, dude, a hat.
Yours at the knockers up and piney
Held the door and split her down again

What you reminded was not so awful.
But sent against the wind, a lute's signifi-
Cants the lope'd outer, wind of the lusts

Song arised, his holed-out outer. This.

You can have the dog

It's reek a squirt. Then heavy toward the door.
But crosses next rivulet the foamer's heard.
Frankly, I'm alarmed. Wired into the sink.

Yours positive, Genuflectus Anonymous,
The latent savior's density unforgiven,
A hacker musty-eyed larker, signing.

This & that. A former gerund in disgust
Holds at bay reports of mugged loaf-tarts
Then pencils out cranberry and menstruats.

Figaro Monstruo

He'd said aside, here is the flux. I nodded out
Then poled my own fortunes for their doubt.
This is the linker food, a tomb for air's turning
Caught unwary pears their own tannin screwed
At pike or central, the land lands then turns aside.

How far you went into this. Then halted and reflect.
Nor plinty in her musk all healing and intense.
But flavored tongues their own penetration hits
And holds here in the aftergold pimento, in the air.

There's a sin, uh, in sink, er, ate her. Gotcha bold
Then harkd 'em Spamy links all golden glowb'd
A fool's err, and hunts them down against
The tune, the rope, the airy spumes of gold &
Light, at light's air's rescint and plenty, all aglow

You'd poled the refuse down, then held at bat
The rats and fathoms in disuse, dusky buttes
Their own fame recalled and then discards
Of rheum, of plenty, of oil in the hold, at Now.