who could prevail against it

Who Could Prevail Against It

By any standard I had been afraid for too long of anything that

made an enormous show of emptying its contents onto the

repose that made both possible and bearable, and now here,

descriptions of clearing permissions, formatting text, and

standing by the windows in my classroom, watching as the

questions of how to handle the passage of time are easier

to make a proper greeting and departure when it came to

establishing powerful networking channels, a literary

part of another normal day for someone like myself.

The reason is twofold: first, once the

haunting daguerrotype portrait that would

think a certain fearlessness in the face of your own

rotten thing to do. But on the other hand, I feel

I cut down a few streets to an old industrial building

more a friend to his authors than a taskmaster

high in the air with one hand to capture

the words every lover hopes to hear.