No exit through and through
Tiny says someone told
That to exit or not is like the illusive butter flying through the entrance over again.
That new entrance may appear simply an older version with arches and. types of frames of brown and black somber colors and feeling misty about it, and the children knowing well as tiny as they are that it is contraversially contract convertible
Conventionally sourced material and such as to have been planned from the beginning of gile’s architect.
But it does not and can not end there because the children and their children know how wrought out the planning of getting through that tunnel is as and that in it’s Self was gratiously emarmoured with glitzy and hyped up embellished frieze- no undemolished, able for all but practical purposes.
Necessary salads of words since Gertrude have stayed tests of time, and the domino effect of
Oh so not intrinsically created by nominal whisps of morning.
Glory and haleluias, the universal grass of the greenest leaning meadow in some enchantment in the rough, delicately resisting the cut:
More so as that the stream can carry downstream without violating all that classic stuff that it was spun out of gold from an interminable ivory tower of sorts.
Exit or not , not optionally ever cut up so that it’s meat grinder effect can heed but that which it commands , like armies in the dusted off playthings that tiny can even begin to comprehend.
No hedge just wants to come over that without violating it’s shelled outré lock and key as the creeking hinges the frame still vibes to with a buzz.
Children laugh, many one really put out but this?
Not but allegory of reminiscent sense , visible , put into reverse caption.
Back and forth in wider circles of relevance a fail safe being with wind driven nested to winged victory against all odds.
Such progrom can never ever not be entered or left, for the chains, the arethad foolish chains meant beyond any logical means be broken in to
Part and parcel not of how it’s primacy of descriptions interact, by appearance of fearful and suspicious looking damnation of faustian allegory, by fiat or an excircise in soulless wretch whose innards, the most glamorous but exotically preciousness of;
. As it tries the leave of plumetting plumndered world below, it catapults toward the last stage upheld by the finest silk thread, yes, you guessed it from the bazaars of spain, where the plain of rain deserts the mosques of moors, and the red bricks if yesteryear’s vastly American main street parking lot novoue.
Its not from fear of children’s hour afternoon teas that Gertrude so much needed a salon of long held breath, but of the syncopated resiliance of the methodical diva on divan, submitting for the tiniest one’s sake
Before the heart breaks the chain remains intact, except where it saved the exit that the reversibility of it’s own inscription of the enter sign: sealed & delivered : be ware those here to enter!