lukewarm crushcloud err
little big noises
maybe heard

exist exist blue on blagerd caw
vacuum bore into this fore
head shuttered yet still fed toward

blades of glass laid
to smooth one new verse
over the squirm
sleight of sapiosext

i am finding that
there -really- is nowhere
to get to,
just like Sylvia said.

oven rack cauldron calling
first tall word uttered ever fall fall