The available fields were muttered. I will have them muttered. Muttered as if disengaged
 from what the imagination of it portends, the estrangement now driving you to this way 

of speaking, response occupied in beauty, perished costume, that was done for you, he said. 
Ribald figures thumping around, brandied about, no unwieldy, not to be trifled because of 

the weight of the material, myth safety, no chance of tumping. Base of the figure rocking 
sound demonstration of something known all along. The pattern sinks into the scheme.  

Besides, there is the planar aspect, the sliding off lap, the cleft of the rock, the untenable
 angles of these places, all these maps turned so light shines through them and spectacles into 

predicament. Winking at the demise of them, understanding their reconstruction as a kind
of jarring blow. Extraction actually softens the anterior image, no one speaks, 

neck to outcropping head, the beak lichen, holding open the small shadow of the mouth, 
inviting concoction upon the sides and rear, nobs through the candelabra.