Air infuse, two new
Crow chorus, it’s Sunday.
Figuring out where the textbook with useful answers is.
Think I hid it from myself. Thinking for myself,
It hurts. Buying
everything. I was told
to. Leaves making their own puzzled songs. Good
for them. Done
with a separate vat– a glass on the mountain,
From the deck I see another school, I should,
Turn the lever left. At end, on water…