Most of the time I feel concurrent as a ripple. If language is a wire, the poem is a voltage, a binomial sputum floating temperatures of meaning. Pitch, tone, duration, skin. Incidents of Fiji. Swimming is a fervor of form.
Possessives are ice, a jealous sketch of circumference.
One must be haggard to coo at the donors of limbo. But it is delectable to commit a gable to a treatise of scale. It's a superfluity. I'm very invigorated by this. I feel a strong affinity for superfluity.