report 000014: huddle in the lees of this

yes, there are days when, walking, one recalls. waking to a different light: northering: how one has abandoned migrational memory in favor of/ & instead, impossibility our high banner, the sheen on our costly livery. easy, cowboy. we are in no man's service but

the arching, resonate, theatrical. your Globe & mine both. it seems colder in here than--but our windows left open for. by days we bask. there is a time of day when tilted just enough we catch. this a dangerous sport, the keen edge of a quixotism in name only: blading down our latitudes inscribed & etch. you'll wear that one forever, lovely. the liquor's bad idea/the heat we looked-for--our foundling's tricks. from romance to history: our generic distinction, that which mayn't always go

as planned. here in the waft& aggregate of young convention we speculate. pour it on. try this. try this. a predilection for aesthetic aberration too close to knives: the interested surgeon: when the drink to steady the nerves has, i will allow. oh, phrenologist, i caught the corner of a table standing up. the x of my own hand/s to which/ are tied. there will certainly be a fire for such are abroad & my own weaving disjunct, the salt-slick of fever: if we pretend to--who'll switch off the wireless, the broadcast of our flare? magnesium--we navigate blind, by frequency & call.