Sheila E MURPHY

Parentheses The sift made five fevers synonymous with twelve silent reeds. Words ceased to be anonymous pointing to common mistakes. The French revolved around themselves. Moved at their own pace/risk/ will. Emergencies are what you make them. Biding someone else's time. Enliven every ounce of grist for now. The formal silver shakes like mercury. She would play with properties of subdivision endlessly. In due course, rinse can mean a sampled river. Equally, the ample frost over a warm calliope. Is that fanciful completion something like a dime left on the table. More like vaulting over loaned executive suspicion. Why be reasonable more than once. A war used to be starting. Now the trusted one's returned home where she will have shepherded at leisure progeny who so resemble her that they appear to dovetail with her urgencies. Narcissistic code, the devilish learned dream, equator-prone and almost everlasting	Movement/Town Serpentine new rivers five times as tweaked as surety prompt the risen savior to be twice as noble, four times as vicarious and five-fold in variety. The only avenue incapable of loss is the cyclical earned rampage she engages in without a moment to be named. The express hors d'oeuvre contrives to have been seen for what it is in time to shift its consciousness away from fate and dominance, fate and permits, fate and lozenges. For richer or for purer seemed the overlay, one wafer at a time. Are we often against reason in our surly mood or are we buttoned bronze. Complete in our conjunctive heists determined to mine safety from uncertainty. Whose guesses do we not apply to recent tantrums. Anyone would dry, one at a time, along the line drive. Easily along the driven need, the seeds in hand, the comfort, the sown land. Violets each interrupting any obvious disjunction, steady with the large flecks of couleur
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Metronome Wind evenly impedes The glove compartment From containing Bankruptcy and avoidance Strategy without a strand Of power where cliché Consumes horse sense Viatically shrinking from The cross stitch Welcoming a failure Of technology One needs to tune The talk, to walk, To waffle, to indulge in Who considers which Wide unknown	At The Moment When I Start to Say Goodbye Her conversation picks up stamina and splays into twelve different avenues. And there's momentum pressing the craft forward. She gains energy and a modicum of wit. She wants this to last longer, be more consuming, take flight generously and not be downed by former gravity. She wants to tell me what she's never said before. And then repeats. She wants this to become the start of many conversations. At the moment when I start to say goodbye, she picks up fire and shows her penchant for eternity. She wants to put the whole town's worth of observations figuratively out on the Formica table. She wants to drift across my two cents using her millions. She wants to capture all there is to say and say it. Her conversation is a life form, and she means it. She means to live forever, and address my listening. She wants my listening skills to match her speaking. Concentration, matching likenesses, dependent on recall
Atmosphere It came to mean What one believed Would be true Outside the room One had been in Awhile	Quotidian I want to talk to you About the insufficiency In those who do not Work at being Extraordinary And now there is no moment To look forward to When I can reach you Any time and talk And hear you say, "Oh, Sheila, I was hoping It would be you."