I can hope
that the door I open
shuffles the words
I want to say
in the right order
at the precise velocity.
Somehow barely
pinching phrases
stretching and minimizing
rectangle ideas that will reflect the standoffish modesty of perfection.
Syllables fly fly fast and aren't heard.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
I can hope
that the door I open
shuffles the words
I want to say
in the right order
at the precise velocity.
Somehow barely
pinching phrases
stretching and minimizing
rectangle ideas that will reflect the standoffish modesty of perfection.
Syllables fly fly fast and aren't heard.
