all these ˘ perfect zones of trust



the bark is filled with 
schizogenous
oleo-gum 
reservoirs
collect read 
that and weep
fear broadens
like odour
the boundary of the 
church
godi s an ornament
that extends abody





i will say catherine wheel
but think hygiene
all these ˘ 
perfect zones of trust
people kiss the earth in thanks
it is something i am aware
feel on my skin





dying on the spore if i feel lucky
i flee feel if i feel lucy say =d no d
a sad d
day for me too
on a 
whim 





the pitch to drop
yet and charms n
strange and
schrödinger's c)T
in between and you
ask me for the time
srs
stuff
i cannot answer
to you




all nations revel 







we are always non-official wastrels if 
i am sorry for your loss




i will say this
new body language
requires architects and 
linguists to stop their war