Landing

The land of Lincoln needs emancipation from being priced out of the spoiled prairie. Rain showers release royalty as crooked electric avenues flash lavender dominance over domestic residences. A power outage comes at an hour when people depend more on rite aid than relationship. Plants patiently wait for their time to get drenched. They don’t gripe about global warming. All food types should be received with thanksgiving. Citizen same is battered by the elements from the dreary sky. Come say goodnight at the intersections without any working traffic lights because lightning bolts neutralize the volts in the grid. Shuttles disrupt the edge of deep gut puddles with no reason to stop. Damp hope for word of your unfailing love by morning, it won’t let up.

Case precedents monopolize the blocks by breaking the grounds and what not. Is it a red hotel or green house? It doesn’t get any flatter in the small town injected with international botox. Globals scatter locals only. It doesn’t need any more definition just watch a city in heat. Cohorts do not see the color purple in the variance and density as serene. Various pigments are pasted on walls based on imagined figments. Grace ways in all sorts where given to all things through him. Spies return with a good report not about Mars, but the promise land filled with descendants outnumbering the stars. Heaven needs more PR because it’s open for more citizenship. Everything is under control, he will transform our lowly bodies into glowing ones like his because the power belongs to him, set up.