Time stopped watching wherever it ...

Time stopped watching wherever it arises from and nowhere touched.
All winter manner of movings swooped out of their slumber: the facile hand that braided the barbed wire forgot the whimper of roses.
The string of doves around her neck swam and breast-fed at each level of his heart.
His face stayed ineloquent, revolveed up, sowing a year's worth of time-bound children.
Their insurgent faces guarded by the agency of slaves to give the impression of mastery through the whole extent of a country.
The prayerless non-colour of the provincial hearses