the bark is filled with
schizogenous
oleo-gum
reservoirs
collect read
that and weep
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
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
