Sound you can't hear is here now. [A physical sensation must have leached into our study. An altered reading of an essay by Poe or a poem
Some frogs (what happened to your verbs) or hunches of star-travelers [There was an actual pond until the heavy machinery came to make something new
No more chaos once we add basic black [Because it's in the end made of each and every thing
Need a brain recorder for my good thoughts at the edge of sleep [
Too easy to forget silly art … I've always been energized by silly art [Denatured and repetitive as my trick with aluminum foil
Too much church language and a bad effect on the brain of Biran [You have to accept some mistakes as sad, unwrapable gifts
In transit without birds without [additional promises winsome recreations potential ordinations
Tuned to guessing what poetry forces out comes out in urges [The vast and puny ego for lighter performance and brighter audience. All us lilies in crystal. No toes. No belly fat
Maybe I lack. An apt concept. You know idea. [might just as easily flounder in the course of its mixing and making
Where I walked and did. SOMETHING with birds in it. [Large and little feathered bags of me fell to the stage from the rigging
