A Twitch of Sunlight

Sweet musty sheets billow a windy tarmac perched above the ocean, a leaden caprice haunting the washy knoll of an eternally fluttering afternoon sky. This insolent illusion succulently betrays some hollow veiled wanting of otherwise being upon you. It slackens into but a twitch of sunlight, a surface glimmer, shimmering forth pools and creases and reaches swaggering into the caress and stroke of satin drapery folded across surface and want. Its warm outline is but a vexing précis that slackens and claws into an unraveling disappearing, the delicate being there of scraggly distance. No longer the languid summer billowing stroke of slippery, sliding sound of jetty, it has refreshed again into the signature retreat of uncertain signature. He has found himself somewhere, upon a landscape of uncertain readiness. Ruddy readiness, ready at hand, signposts splay upon distance, disappearing into darkening abyss and uncertain renderings and readings, the signatures of stump and invention.

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