Out in coldness light falls*
A song is only beautiful because it ends*
Make an arrow with hands unleavened*
I drape and bray, a hollow bell*
Sideways empiricism*
Something covered my heart in moss*
Eat the herb*
The squirm before the thought*
Pulling the arrow*
Every line conscripts falling*
I move my thumbs*
I remember a salt headache*
Before this, I was always cold*
It darkens your stomach*
Cobble weave and stitchery*
As if itching toppled*
Smudge wrinkling smudge*
Every situation discusses a line*
Small becomes large*
Through the belling music*
It is all the name of blushing*
How inflection looks*
She is so threaded*
Love, who is announced*