Much of the work I do is about nothing, though I believe the omelette is an important oeuf. 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.