Fine. If you want to pick apart every word.
OK. I get it. It's a prosey exemplum. And proud of it.
We will be happy and liberal on an extended plain.
We will be flat and collected. Pilgrims, come on.
Are you serious? These fires have cheated us of history.
We will say whatever comes to mind. Just a second.
My body dreams and gets surrounded by Apostles.
It's like that all the time. We can't say any more. Then that.
What you called the embarassment. Takes up a new shushing.
So we can't hear the city anymore. It lost something.
It coddled panic. It forced us out to a flat bang boom.
Without resolution. Seers or serenity. Go get your lunch.
Quickness without new glasses. Cancelled by afternoon.
I wouldn't serve that truth. But maybe some others. Then.
But what does it mean and what do you mean?
I just don't get it. We gave you all this responsibility.
And what did you do with it? Answer directly below.