i dedicate this song to sap. (who yesterday was a weirdo but today is crazy).
to be perfectly clear. // grin faultfinder your fire is on fetch.

i know this because my handicap has a scenic problem that wants to sentence
it’s way to the brink of a sleepy reprise. // fine then, let us pray.

to say that he has a familial inferiority, advancing by the contrary
through an apparition of misplaced credit, revealed by opinions of bees

say that modern is a mode, intractable nonsense, frustrating the glib
unhappier members who stood in a paragraph of rain

to guarantee a self-enforced flux, samplings of a crucial discomfort
parsed by nightly condition, weatherly, sober and dependent

upon hand in hand, made absurd by a slow diminishment of mouths posed to rid,
then, manifestations of caress sloughed for slur and slang

where a frothy gab scruples a foolhardy theme, exalt and play defend
then courage calm // not courage // uncalm them

let more spiritual math amend staged integrity // arches
of liquid, dispersal’s of banal, dazzle of suds, mindful of our judgment // draft

proof. reader of small stones // meet at dream’s open vein

a trifle gathering // acknowledgments of sensual
dues unpaid // polish polish.