stopping off

& you'll never make it in this world.

between parallel lines of trees, winding through these days - december - the angle is more acute (soothes the mainframe against the heady pressure of dead-on dead-heat obligations); interrupts; interconnects & radio communication severed to watch the stalks still in the wind (roger; proper).

this vacation means not much for us but still we appreciate the weight of heat & snow dissolving - leaving this unfortunate anger (dropped away for his first day in the schoolyards of hell).

far off the bell reminds us hourly of the new thing, at last. take that, eh, & i'll see you for.