Diction's Fiction

The Obvious run on sentence here would be to pick up speed and keep running, for sure and for good until you’ve gotten the sarcasm straight out of your head and you're looking deep into the metaphor, each in turn including you in the breaths you take hot out of the oven. You've got the nouns, the blood of your brothers, looking on at the wreckage of the syntax then verbs who always volunteer in the nitty gritty when things get rough but the articles are the ones ya gotta keep an eye on and the form of the phrasing goes on until some line pops up from the tone, and you just sat there seeing it all. Coming together from the ground up. Thrown back by the olfactory impact and thrust into a little more than the Obvious.