As ink lay freshest, it overtly shawls the drag:
Mental ambiguity, of salted sine
En route to heart
Blessed by hand
A Hart, in a wooded field of straw-lined structure, ravaged from a careless sleeper, softening the bark, distracting the weed. Scared,
An alembic of blinking utopia, blanketed in swain, affixes sleeves, in adjectival fashionable phonography.
Relaxing the spine. Seconds
Longer than the first
Forever how long it hurts.