Dead Centre Spot.

The soil was laid, on top. The cask appreciated, before, being consumed. By, the earth. The disregard of the physical embodied, by the higher " plain " ! And, the spiritual context. Clearly. In " The Dark " a glimmer of " hope " appeared, to bring tears to his eyes. He knew their worth. She, had seen them.
In the reaction to his unselfish respect for the form, and, what was beyond, it. He laid out all before her. Like, no other, had ever done. Unsurprisingly. In the end, there was more than could be foreseen. In the end, there was sanctuary. From, heanous " forces " devoid of integrity, as well as stability. The fight against the natural, related to contemporary notion, was being taken to the masses. With romantic, emotional statements applied. To, great effect.
In his eyes was the definition, of collaborative efforts. To, be more, and, bring more. Than, was deemed possible. Considering, the environment. And, what it was lacking. The entry into the abstract aspertions, and, incursions of the positive, as seen by their attraction, defeating negative trends. According, to their need. The impact of what was going on, defying belief. Or, the decline of it. At, this time. In the fatalistic appraisal of the future, was the answer, to many problems. They spied. Born, of rearward suggestions, ignoring historical precedent. The " hope " was in the scope to move where others could not. There, they, would find a place, or " graceful " peaceful area, described as simplistically by the " neanderthal " culture, as the " Home Run " ! 
 The story brought the ways of outside influence, into the mainstream. And, in escapist " fantasy " there was the ordinary retreat, to leave all senses behind. To, journey away from the gloom, and, the " Doomed, " to the most earnestly sought meanderings of the " captive " mind. Of course, with personal discretions attached. Which, they, could use. Thus, to, make love, upon a field, in fresh appealing sites, separated from the traditional " Buttercup Yellow " ! The meadow was now to be developed, beyond  " picnic " heritage, as well as piecemeal evidence, to be the outcome, and, outpourings. of their " Paradise Lost " ! The classic adapted, to become their own philosophy. " The Eyes Have It, " apart from the undulating green, to produce " aloping " theorization, as well as " slopes ", of advantage, and gain. The rough taken, whole-heartedly with the smooth. For, interest. And, a lot more besides.
Alot, could be seen, and determined, from these eyes. They, felt it. They, knew it. They, were eager now to explore, further. They, had at first glance, and real assessment, delving deep into the " psychological " profile, compounded truth. Of, any matter. Together. The birds were " singing " as rays of optimism caused sprouts of recovery. Within, their grey disillusionment with their time. And, its mundane approaches. To, life. Incorporating, finally, new-found wisdom on the end result. Of, circumspect infatuation.
Their " time " had therefore come. To, be as close as any. Leaving, the ceremonial behind, they would " reach, for the stars " as in populist culture, of the past. Here, hopefully, they sensed, each breath would be that much more distinct. And, understood. With, passion, in " The Core " elementary principles , delivering wealth, beyond wildest expectations. In the heart, of any matter, which matters most. To, them. Away, from the rest.