From ‘Horizon’ (At Wall With The Approach Of Trees, 5)

Did the woods erect the walls?  As continuous strip by which they would never be encompassed but so blocked-towards, trees let the walling be sheltered-at in their great gust of calling out the stop before asymmetric face of.

A turbulent wall ahead of trees will infer offering, their plight is not exposed.  Origin will support failure when well-found at wall thinning to trees true enough for due impediment: dapple the prevention and concur the particles of call.

A larger wall had never been needed to invoke these late stages of a disenvelopment: a cornering (untransfer) of call but going straight on to invocation with all else subtracted at wall.

Exile also halts at the unplaced pitch of wall, only trees of it will give out the site: shelter is not rebuffed nor is it for leaning across instead of detaining beside an arc of call.

According to trees there is a wall.  They summon us to open from the coalescence but don't provide distensions imitating passage. Remembering to voice from the poverty of excessive edge true scarcity of no trespass.

Immobile voyaging of the trees and other non-silences: the woods won't observe stasis, they allow a shielding point to open to interruption, the hindrance voicing in furthers.

Unlike a palisade in themselves but recognising the tapped extension of unslaked root, a wall of it the trees roof with no presence to break through.  Any gap already available this side, perimeter will unravel itself to be a sheltered seam of invocation ruinously open-cast.

Surfaces can't literally crease for wall without a discontinuity of trees attending it.  Calling the immeasurable by default body of wall, not summoning it beyond the holt of rodded invocation.

Trees that sign off all other inclusive spans before calling through the wall's stones.  The baffle is weak flurry at a profusion before prevention, an inventory of no stalling this side.  Any walling of trees will pack a scrupulous worldside of what remains of the keen outer sighs of cry.

There is a call-tree for each thread of the hindrance, direct entwisted edging for non-enclosure.  Skim election of call off the current forest of deadtree?  Not if invocation winds long and low as the wall itself.

Wall forever wrongline particulate stasis of sourcing the opening-to. Unpeopled invitations to voice-over at behest of inhuman dressing, or foliar addressing unclearable edge, not pressing to or even casting the shadow of edge over.  Savour the incorrection that wall is, no erasure in the way of deadweight, but intensive clearance relays sorely at the domain of call.

A wall without any internal chamber, only the entirety of earth's surface brought to an additional impediment: can heap in line these butts of calling.  Each living shoot contracted to a pleat not itself but followable call: trapped at edge growing non-negotiable fold.

The wall divides a side of call from its ubiquitous silents of refraction, invokes a boundary exhaustion before any other road of sidling up to a voice heavily broken out.

How sheltered, hard nurtured end on end by trees, porous only to the invocation: that wall will indurate a face of the abyss, only voicing beside the lidded eyes of.

Where locally stubbed far as dehorning increases taper, there a paucity of offering due die-back is never interruptible.

Nor is nature when downloading onto wall, but a border tree's zest for offering off the universal bower of finite edge, at a transfold of everything bar the call held back.