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*

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*

Small nonexistent year*