orthodox/ignition.

oh lover of waterfalling and she
wheels with the wind, and not an
eye dried by it-- looking to our
forebears for this free verbiage
and moreso and moreover the dogs

licked his sores.. don't despise
skipping hazel again, diminished
the overclocked impulse to rule:
my magister, lean like you'd got
thin and so weedy (like theodore

nott) then i will compress intu-
ition long enough to've written,
oh, possibly farewells, or bene-
dictions that dismiss us in ord-
er, enough to fifty-fifty clown;

you want to make me something so
beautiful that it made strangers
cry, and i see what you're talk-
ing about but how much better we
should laugh? catharsis can have

been useful, betimes, and we can
not know how longer we'd sustain
the charade-- all my friends are
somehow in the past, but my fam-
ily is so immanent that i choose

to learn how to improve myself--
doubly benefitted and graciously
accepting the mantle of personal
development: yes, like a photo..
from nothingness to colour, now.