White Drapes Between, Fill Up
The Climate. Remove
Us. Sanely
I struck
adhesive. I go set
out on a ledge. Just one
argument. Far out set by them
barely sugar. In the forest
now canopy. It thinks it is
movement. On a ledge. Pomp sets
well. Voice ahead of us. May
this thrill. Move at lilt.
Critters, weak opponents.
Geese make love to conceal
glitters. Stop my head
all the same. A little ahead, white
between just one. So well
pines the rind of grass.
See instead of finger
marks. I live here.
Intervals. Kites.
Here is fur. All in black
before the heaven drape.
Hurl and soon a prompt lift.
