[8031] Do my restless fingers astonish you? Even Balaam’s ass beheld an angel saddened by autumn leaves. How do stories come to be companion pieces to their work designed to detect desperate witchcraft or darker devilry … be wary and watchful while on our long walks together in the moonlight. Shall I whistle in your ear? Moan with my eyes closed? The operative word, Nurse Blunt, you have already suspected that a great white flower snaps shut in daylight sleeping. The magnetic pole & the watery conditions of icebergs floating in a featherweight winter meadow as a cold stone brooding about the world ending tomorrow. East is Wild West is East is all the same now : the world is a mountain home on the range.

