justwrite 1 april

i am planning on scanning the horizon into this book jacket and it will keep me warm when the racket of storms and unnecessary suggestions seems unlikely to lesson i am messing up my eardrums by steering all inboxes to the outtrotted foxes the locks are off the barrel and the feral dogs are reminding logs that no one has to be lazy to jump over if you know what they mean and sight unseen we all do but when i call you will you be true and what if stars align differently at night will i have to pretend to dream what's right when the candles burn both ways when the execution stays off the table and the rambling monks unpack their trunks and stay a while smiling with secret mysteries redundant in their cloistered minds the kind with stained glass from which no pass elapses no traps collapse on the mountains and the snow caps peek through clouds loud and quiet and riots beyond measure for measure i have got to stop pretending that lending sense will gather any interest for the songs that i have heard in that genre have no contractions and therefore no actions can be developed from such a gently enveloped letter even if it's capitalized