yet in a rage, you
need you. tomorrow a floating
destination.
friend, a friend.
but suspicious of
every nothing. but done to
yourself, crushed by
authority, a reply to loose skulls,
enter and retreat. or catch
a wrong sight,
too narrow.
no, however; no, because
draw in circles.
when reach seventy-one iterations.
when seventy-two.
when single out the solemn
sorry of snow.
if cold logic
manufactures sense.
then in earnest.
again.