after the fact, tray on a whim, It lingers on to the frail, granted amidst the spores, erationality obscene torrents, interdegrading, pulsing through the makeshift standstill of a fik.
I was drawing a through line. Whatever works. Pleasant as it may seem. Together by the way side. Sauntering through the meadow. As it caresses my face, I learn to jump.
