the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely

shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear.  what will happen.

may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky

so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes

here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i

of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery

this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless

unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,

life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no

we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people