a single yellow butterfly
The potatoes leak and lie await in pairs. And there was a slow family acting in the sense of your arms. A canary around your eyes like the necklace of torn manila folders.
Then you could begin to relate to yourself, like an army of married animals. You had hoped for more wonderall in the rocket that changed faces. You had hoped for an opening in the gods' attention, a banal, like a folded lily.
In the night the agriculture crawled forwards closely partnering with the failures of the visible world.
Then you could begin to relate to yourself, like an army of married animals. You had hoped for more wonderall in the rocket that changed faces. You had hoped for an opening in the gods' attention, a banal, like a folded lily.
In the night the agriculture crawled forwards closely partnering with the failures of the visible world.