her death, the writer
should perfect

memory perched
atop the
sculpture

do you feel that luck?

folding sequence --

a taste
separated by boundaries
the form factory

and forgot last week -- how, yeah.

icy guests with their backs
to the windows

the seat of the mood
and the temper when
the table is dead

i hunt climate
with its dark

--a baby raven
mineral blue, hairlike

with its hunt, separated

and
.      what
.               else

foul recipes / night
in water -- how do you feel
free

higher, before the
scene--
the typed right out

your wrong legend well
we could spend the

to divine late
what two things happened

traverse
advance the heart

and in the end
the metallurgist
the river story
and the ephemeral
mesh without, well,
the statement

 

-------- and honest people

lit today this much

as a way of disappeared

oh, your
!!!

a long instant
in an astounding sleep

the ice metal thick
locking the sticker to the foam

authentic, literal locking -
the temple with it

there*was*not*any*fact

-- for a lot of -- feeling -- moving

be
my gentle saying

in the arbor departing the dog

Madame, your hand can stay white and beautiful, because electricity knows how to wash the dishes.

person who enunciates the chairs open free

moving figs -- the fox book

another path
more cautious

let's put up the sonorous

abundant veneers