the poem will look of light and sod the vacuum and praise the love and aloof
a stuttering child on a chalk elephant
the shirt of chance the belly of god
the sound of jars in light
I could put it away or put a table in a puddle
tamper with the lineation go ahead bury it will it grow
I will tell them then again not
Silence is translation
A smirk of distance a fever up the spine from the heels
I close the windows to increase the draft
