justwrite 28 february

I just want to be wary to carry my circle around the block the square unclocked the cork unplugged the socks are bugged and the heater is indiscreet but the feet up and down the steps crown the leapt-off cliff with tired lips I am eclipsing the sun totally I am having fun notably in the quotably true brew of notes I have snatched up from the fingers of the birds there are absurdly pulsing colors between my temples where no one worships where no sacred things come unhinged I am tired of the rust trusting its success on what’s left of my vision the multiplication is no table too able to defeat