the opulence of these days shifts the entire planet and the words settled between each. news favours the lilt of examination in child form, straight to wondering. actual people exist. clocks perform radical distress while modular explanations create boundaries. perplexity funds expression. no answer continues the sentences, only sparkly sparkly what. in exchange for the presumptive practice, the entire global congress seeks buttery softness and telecom. ritual produces lengthy wince and richest forgetting. children then and now see a city out of surge and sentiment and look at the moon butting clouds until the sun butts clouds. forever.
poems, fireflies...