Thomas Lowe Taylor -- DIALOGUE WITH A MIRROR

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Whose punish horse whim, out would pressure
inner resolve beyond newer escapades, his
own trademarks buying chocolate otherwise
angles of repose lurk at center straights

As your own inner times weaves below you
heals other wires into seeming what's at
a further hurt would calm seasons after all
the works at pleasures cool former doors

Yours is the lighter day inter materialized
fashion yields fun buffs housed linkage asks
the boot scam llama grandiose but also fair
the open day without sensation works too soon

But heavier arks do duty at his back on wall
to further buffalo pleasant harbors to tell
man his own particular density often into
what's the polish within park and whimsy terms

It'd eke. The wavier helmets deny sausages
polling lakes to vote, a boated counting in
countries of other persuasions, pieced money
without destiny hovers overside dealing notes

To pass or rub at woven blasters in six peals
to announce their barking holders go too far
to specify another weal & scalloped marking
of another whisk to meatier tattoos helping

Waffling harps do note or tell apart them
who's easier novation motives out specially
answered queasiness deeper within packaged
spiels he forgot to mention, nothing within

Hearing is to terms beyond other doubts, but
holding deep within meaning, thinks to itself
here and no other reams the pooler spangles
into seething realmed hoppers at the dusk turks

A driven, or whipped news at agent no totals
recalled from former doorways into seeming open
holds too far along within thinking too slowly
acts against passion without watching at all

How you are more than not, bottom of air squelch
the burn, but button beyond, as hold to strokes
outer doors were not so much arranged as held
answering nothing beyond simplicity; was not.

But prologue, there went somewhere into this
but polished angles were met easily sending
an out was permitted healing angling below
to former connectives not in use, about as

Strike in play, the rounded gem, holding out
eases poker forces onto a platform, to say
again is north of this, bent in the middle
and hedging bets against a wooden storm

A slope to poles has grins after sharing
single movers are intended not so much at
pleading scorers too follow whims at pulls
for no image to currents in the afterglow

In mental plusses there are words, too, at
too many askings release a future memory
before it happens: Knock it out for fortunes
made before down the bend and flowing further

His linger might beyond you spent actions
an age in imitation would pallor pensive tool
the rovers quitting burns tit many squeakers
thus at use he never speaks ahead but holds

Too far along the way to not have told them
splintered historics these at fat words blow
downers at the reach, foolers at the gap, astir
in wooden benches floating down the library step

These less day birched his canoe'd speech
another paper in the wind, bluster to calm
the frog to wart out, sailing stories out
the music in your heart swells and pops it

Turner at the rope, puller at the tide, his
squib to pink, alter against change notes
thruster pins, astir withins charts looks
you hope for more and find it again liking

Language-out. His own verb was too tingle
spins love was affirmative action plans at
smoother declinations remarked, or seconded
at her smiles with deep-set eyes, or looks

Hover over the sinking feeling like pity or
plates on the table, chips in the corner,
fly to the lightbulb, scan to each witness
where no moon belongs at speeches spinning

What's said at sheets of plastic, dot
to point; point to line, asters believe
no moots peal aside from withering scenes
unrepentant but unknowing, he still waits

Or within soundings, holders at the pool
are not enough for seeming, but flail along
toward newer signs, without penetration,
but holding forward into the next frame.

You'd spill, you'd film the aftershocks
wooden terms spelled out for all to see
within definition, nor spilling forward
as no new terms are left aside for what

Acts forbid completed songs are here for
what sails forage and clam the movies to
leans aside, forgets to come, holds the
river aided by no movers in the formation

Lights to the polar crap shoot, his ear
a newer momentum to rectangles, smooth
at the surface but not rescinding any
later as scores kept afar would not me

Sun's knots not wept but killing after
what knocks out sweepers at the floor
do nothing make too far along nor spell
whatever would the flowers be and not

Spelling out would never recall this
has too many others at painted lines
where there are spins, where no tepid
ringers at the fold, calling out again

This is the wooden floor, you kept aghast
pools of memories of the answer in sight
passage no pall tome, rivets, blunders,
another mean quell folder pills forward.

Healer palm, would never remain total, but
flinging pistols, around the blockers push
no more entities, but revolution begins not
not to spell, not to flights, nor any other

But mean to the tides, answered by columns
why not loot mayo into mother blights again
you are here among me, an against term would
hold, hold her in the movies of your light.

Blonde. What remiss or passion, never to
angle the motor aside your own skills from
answering your questions before speech at
propositions markered light the days' peas.

Flood to mask recall of a newer motive in
the air from left to nothing, lefter than
that is the motive you cleared apart to
say, this is the this; his looter palmed.

Still along me, holder at pots edges
a woven monster stalled new line-toes
never spilt, nodule at ordered polish
wherever your nude casters split totals

This was headed out; totals too alerted
another repetition is not so much here
into a smaller picture, squeezed heads
littered nomenclature, filled in at this.

Slopers cram doubt's anchor creaming tits
were served up senses made green types his
owners at poolside without pity, screams
her letter at night, dreaming out, and stalls

A figure laid against spoken color. Marked
outer scrims devolve slowly shouting nothing
the air resumes its pleasures, hair-doubt is
mating in air's determined shadows to speak.

As hots declare new constitutes his bride
as beernuts, as flit; pride descended hats
why ships name clutter after night, at fit
at her cross, would name me after details

Remembered in the sheet of bagels removing
nothing left here but this (flood) scarves
what rock, what better loom for bugs jog to
what shit, what flooders, whatever knowledge

Repealed to dormitory silence, noted at
nicks on spoken words without marks from
this in the motive, hits at the poles dud
but spellers check the light against time

Remit to passion, no markers flood today
toiling flats do shadows peal no more to
chanting gargoyles gardener plus no pats
where my heart welcomes you, danger notes.

I'd speller half-note dying moons deserve
mention from other dugs what peal no term
imprecise, but beckoned out these hours at
former stars relieved them at the doors why

Afar no murmur, hits his head bang slowly
no father in the way, but polling crimes
are not skids but pooler at musky denials
moving slowly across the heavens, singing

This as mine, with clam and dug, his hits
sing wildly anchoring masks within action
no pity in the movie, heavens declare duds
spellers slowly circling outer pins decide

At fool, no doubter asks again, but holds
to quieter angles of manipulation, his east
no pattern, the won start began too soon,
and angled forward no climate but the scene.

On the tarn, he belted sudden fodders
beet stems ply no arcs but winning arts
at flooded dyes separate foreigns hope
they mated time and sight for new loops

Waving in the air, had aside no fuzzy,
or spilled her hitting bins with breaded
spots at major sums; this hit it shaky
nodule to claim, the motor shunning it.

Hopped at flutter scope ding this pat
not pushing shards too skin alters not
yes toads goading sparks late cloud yes
and foots ant, by seminar pugs hat skin

Butt sharp eye sings nuts signing faster
has but finished nothing final after a
model of the unit, spins to redder flight
a ball floats, a newer sign relies again.

Witness to fishing his loud commas
was funny decide flim-flam scholar
at the end of time, phony light scams
or desperate hours bent folly the night