Not likely. No secular poetry ever. But plenty of profanity.
'a process rather akin to dream-work' But then you'd always.
Cook it. Conjuring handles for your bikes and baskets. Say
there's a place out back. Then a strategy for getting into it.
Apart from a car. A honk without birds. And there you are.
With nothing to say to you again. As fist in face. Enjoyable
enough in its going forth on waves. Of unlikely moments. No.
'so you don't have to invent romantic myths diamond' mines
No. Just advance in the likely direction of your schemes. Go.