Good news, in its emphatical season, is more than far from me.
I chose solid land, and shape it with the
inside of my studded collar to keep it strange.
The shock from the night walked into the morning,
looking where it barged through my anticipated end.
Lucky for me, I seem silly.
The rigid laugh against the game I play.
It’s impressive -
your private twenty minutes and aromatic herbal teas for a crown.
I could look at you and come back again.
We are caught.
It’s a proper labyrinth.