The True Swifts are Flying

My sense of convergent evolution was that it had to do with love, which meant it had to do with hate, which meant trouble does not lead to discouragement but there is a chance something candid will skim you like a misfit boomerang and you will wake up with its language for land and limb. Thinking about the dreams as they are happening. Tense elegance. The true swifts or torpor or landing or damn/dim wound I planned you a conduit not this coal truck shipped fuel don't fall don't fuel don't fall from it