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Heaps on the chill. What could, an endless? Clarifying scatter or more like an absorb. The first assembly building at large. Low cloud swing-shift freight bulk to ride, it's the mechanics, not the metaphors, that move me.Tender muslin economy. Barefoot apex tail tweezer. A sculptors fastidiousness. Wheel will. Steelscrew misstep, smooth as a cap sliding on twelves. That night rivets, or to observe another conduit. Color-coded from the controls, I circle this particular bit of understanding, so nimble its response. If the grace of lines were its only enemy. I was thinking of the quintessential symbol. Wing root. Quadratic equation. But what, placed within it, could compare to a line's sketch, glad for the work. A lone securities trader in Singapore. Walkabout. Fueled angle sag. Tipkey. That freighters were stripped on inkling. R+D economic trip step. Through separate hatches, and where from. A sorting program updated in response to the loaders. Floor tracks to launch. It's stark on the main, relieved in the buildup. Heights to fit one edge to the curve. A matched set by the sheer. The impression one gets of forklifts, or the importance of Houston. Is the need to depart an opposing season? Semi-enclosed metal shed. Phone calls on the outbound. For six days I was the Far East, bewildered by the trophies. So long on the bluff, staring into history's blue, an indifferent crush caravels so many years, the simplest grasp of lag. I look up past the defining pivot, and drape this moment inseparable. Restraints in the icy reaches, standing in depots, resetting night's watch. "Shouldn't we be getting back?" Symphony tonnage profitable sharecaster. High-value three thing. What one sees is placeless, except for the cost. A museum dressed in books. Names processed by clerks on the margin. That currency traders find it before the blouses. A stark site on the narrow. O Manifest, O Waybill, O Polyester Pajamas. The celerity in air. In fact. In a matter. Just in time. Define the notion of "inventory". Six-man crew bound by a lack. If only to squeeze the farthest aft: narratives for tropical-hardwood. Bowling alley Bangkok. Bing cherry flashlight. They're not supposed to Lamborghini. Lawless hinterlands, built against the book. Fluked Appaloosa. Three quarter cargo in a canoe or tapers. We also had to replace the number Four. He headed out on a zag. Call it "over". Oil-skimming, or a large quantity of cots. Quickly and routinely: Venezuela. Complete repeat. He's "on" time. Zone lettering grid fix. Insisting on commerce: sunrise. Do they send out a signal? Register arrangement. And when, in one week, people everywhere want more or less or Calcutta. Stall choke crosscurrent leave behind. It's five watches in the morning. In an adjacent office, a gesture or indictment of grey-white. City of tens. Plastic bag sized fruit. We wait until the weather quiets, collapses, automatic. They glare awhile, then doze off. I've seen buttermilk. Phrase book at Gate 211, a pinpoint quarantined. Pompadour evanescent woolnap. Lattice serried: rice-paper rampart the need to stretch. None of the wants by the bulk of what. Spectre-break. The content's pallet documented. Personal computer fuselage: scanning nearby buildings. Telecommunication tractor, styrofoam fish, manila weatherproofing. The opaque shifts, or nets. Two additional units. Data sideslip shimmy. Strung up in the velocity of their early forties. Electronically displayed, I spoke only hazy notions. The geography flew over. A sequence of screens. Programming a notable Sahara. Management cathode steam gauge. In this kind of self-absorbed hotel: spatial abuse. Studying the spines in glass. Clusters on the instrument panel. © Tom Malone |