We Would Love to Get Inside Their Mind
Reflections ... Our Needle and Discoverable Boat ... Love-aux Sweat Salvage ... upon hands traveling to beleaguered places ... of physical "Dear Solvable Vessels" ... falling slow into a pile of shim sham objects ...
Ghost shadows and philosophy of light elder Southern France cliff notated as new lived music ... Those close value tones of scraped stone ... causing an unspeakable healing ... after each corresponding loss ...
Bo ... boo ... ahh hah ... hoot ... hoot ... What was that? ... If we have no spirit let's at least give ourselves to a rush of curved breezes ... and or whipping winds ... Far as we can tell the "doing whatever it wants air" is a model five for another boat filled with candle wick bones ...
That craft's anchor ... with thick hairy rope ... wrapped around an inflamed wrist of sunrise pain ... Like how our late afternoon left pinky finger wants to every minute remind us that it's also here ... Don't forget about me ... We didn't ...