Aged razor, my morning. Collecting
visions for gallery, at some
point. Ornaments between minutes–
Cover story. Frames garland, typo
snow. Organize for lecture,
More jester rolls: behind in poles:
Flee to one of the three poles.
Breakfast knots, fortunate thought
clots. Back in well–
Extinguish my madeup anguish like
polluted fish. Downed tree.. Still there?