Naturally pensive, I just
look, and that’s what i can
only do, halo, she walks over waves to
a spot by a saved rock,
look to the Roman reality, I’m not
divine not at all, go to the Embarcadero,
erased as if the patience had eroded,
and I think it
of cinema, I watch by that’s all,
crazed on Embarcadero, the post
season, leading in the something imaginary,
right now I don’t know.
Where am I an expert.
I don’t want that title.
Strategy special but knot so–