justwrite 10 april

suddenly upside down the king wears a crown in his pocket so no one can steal his feelings and i have read the guide book i have mistooken mistakes for purpose and i am considering the directive as prime as distinct from a district in which i currently dwell which is just as well for i have seen the darkness and i have been affected somewhat misdirected into the minimal heating arrangement the braids meant for bread and the basket for recipes minimal in retention of memories the dimension of freezing cold into the toes the noses glowing with restraint i am making a judgment i am throwing off disregard with a careful toss glossing over the meaning of the dictionary says and the bread won't rise still won't rise and there's a chill in the error of those ways i am ready for a suggestion but the lesson can't teach itself they say they say jump right in and i sink swimmingly no one can tell drowning in suggestions in delight surprised goodnight and they all say goodbye they all wave into tomorrow but i have work to do yesterday still and the sun keeps hurrying along i have songs to have sung i have squeezed my lungs into a frenzy and the eggs keep laying and the dirt keeps growing up into the mirror the clearing still won't but the boat floats for now and the petals paddling by have high hopes in the applepie sky