complications, think i’m crafting them. why? they
never tasted good. even mildly.
variations, making me 2nd guess what’s in my
glass. if i listen, i’ll be given some route, or
stream to follow. but my ear’s had extended
arms for years.
revolving sticks in circle. have to go.
need coffee, like always. is that only
making this pattern further spread?
molecule chess pieces, anatomy
strategy. but what will that do?
maybe rush a little more. that would bring nebulae
closer to the barrels. is that what i want. have to re
draw. new straw. too awed.