Combustion and dust spores filling avenues between half truths.

We delete any plagiarism still missing
— but up to now they have fewer words for it.
Fielding skepticism makes money harder to borrow. Clenching-tight,
I’m in another century where hoax passes for coming near.

Wigs pick up, driftwood gets epigrammatic, upsides unrelated, pale,
immaculate. The sky has its style, subject for close attention. It’s said.

Paying attention is a field call to valuing the future. And the future notices who attends.

But it does not impinge on the field.