if it was tomorrow it was the
same
plane spinach on potato whole
grain
candescent flames flaking up the damascene blade
its like the fury never am before the judge was framed
the future too storied to present a gift to the banque
non plus
no register pirate fussed'
if there very was a moment
the summit is it
sits by the fire a dog lies quitting the daylight rain
falling down
what could possoble by left as an portion but to froun