calling off


 calling off. ringing. The sin the wilful one of Adam. Marked by tears path. Shuddered. Not a solemn feast but a wedding . Of two and one. Rafters to the key places of the dullest damn perdition.O Predictable pun of the laughter ~ gas! gas!

Of the gaze and blasted ruin pine, steeple, oak, silver birch, and berry ink ... along motorcycle hill.... and the Oxford ruins running over the battlement... o becoming of list and ghost of listing it's your father's trait bearing all..

_____________________And Jill hiho hums the drum tune. Melody to her sprung ear ~