And there in the jungly movement I came upon a...
Fled gasping from a star that broke...

Summer blooms upon your dress,
I'm thinking Can you guess...

Hy a Scullyas Lyf a Dhagrow
this fancy infancy...

I. Onyx
I want mistakes...

The secret is to inform all modes of knowing.
a mind chews vacantly into darkness- rusts...

A brooding New York skyscraping weather
meets a sunny Californian blue wave...

(messing around with multiple language...
the voice of an open God is conclusion...

It was too much like a poem to me.
Prose...

Where are those kids
who roamed the glazed streets...

I crave those things
white styrafoan pleasures...

Mold.
what is mold...

Often a night
dark and tense...