paternia

The dabbling fish typically nest in tidal nowhere locations/deep in creased mud; I find two natural friends in the way to the sea. The city that slowly leaves and glows through the hills is thinking hard/cannot attract the kinds of friends I have. There are two of us wrangling through switchgrass. Words of home are like bright thoughtful birds amongst sheets of sky when in the dark nest; where am I & is that place the most empty/it is packed with two brains thinking. A spark is a child/do I make a completely new thought just by blinking/we keep rings around our eyes. We make a hurt smile with two people in it. The city cannot think & has not sit since it woke up. I felt its wires when digging in damp earth; I met earth with damp hands & reached until shoulder for new fish. I lost my friends in damp grass & with hands covered in scales. There is always a humming.

settled catch/downpour

There are five points of acting they include
long sitting & being quietly changed as noisy phases are let
in past your sunny eyebeams & your nose is like a river rock; all wet & seen as set-in or settled
while water like trickling piano notes passes & seems by; you'll never
empty a container so fully that's ever been full. America:
be kind to your pastures. Even as most men are
a man with a nose-ache running ret-hat and faster as a creeping thought won't leave them. Most ask what's the risk of saying to yourself:
OK, you're all caught up anyway. Daisy lily a clean conscience I wiped up yesterday by only saying so. In end: half stool folding small.
Now we know that lack of music is not the root of the problem; people need access to exercise to remain embodied in the mind by their forefathers. That is why we work at the root, spinal, and forefinger level to establish meaningful chords in the richness of causal perception. Sense must occur because it's happened to me and a rainy day is thick with blankets. That is why we must confront Global North with atrocity & tragic sickness. The dust we've left under the bed is an entire human.

accepting the globe; taps after taps