That melt heart wicked ruminant, that tremor; have known the blanker uncertainty, or means to recalculate and to give voice. Think of a hand gripped or a heel raised – you’ve criminalized your frank hunger. I can call you – you lay in a smaller light, and hampered by dream-colic. There’s a beaten, a rasp where the within has a gossoon style – I have a used word where the night is at swell, I can facilitate the use of a thing where the lack is apparent.
Having quietly heard a slattern chord, twitch non-tonal sound – I’ll declare, resist and sudden scheme a midden blame. You’re apart; whole; unnecessary the stretch but a way to lay claim, a way to handle an element. Itch where a foot crowds or crows in a fleck – this is sound for its sake, I have a means to number and name.
We have numismatic claim; we’re priapic. Call to mind a beastly goat/ghost/god – you know it has name and it’s neither hale nor mean to embed the real moron, the feeble-mind is abroad and you’d do well to be aware. Tool or cast words – I need to find a thread, a rook, a flushed awl.
Swift; flow or threaten at the mooring. Feel sound light, you’d have burdened it or laid it out along the central line. Call scooped nest temporary, call scoped rest hallowed – I can see where the midden line edges and the varnish peels, I have stepped. Flat beam of morning, misjudged or astonished at the slope.
