Concerts on an empty page have ways of building orchestras. Jumping bones of Jezebels that make great sex you get to watch. Islands gripped by insulin that grow somehow familiar suns. A pen is here to get it back. Post-it notes and grocery lists of love amiss containing war.
Needles act like quilting bees.
Basis never understood until it scratches soft white snow. Meat then muscles tighten up. Learning lonesome islands shrink by confrontation s handiwork. Chasing dark like flitting moths through attics reminiscing bats as if their wings serve Sunday mass. A finger swears by evidence.