In addition to the mysteries recited it went, worldly friendship is a farce network but everybody catches it, netting, nothing/ kneading nothing into what it wasn't willing to admit it was the discreet charm of.. what I want is a little cosmos inhabited by the two of us, he warned me, but I strive to make my listening flat, indifferent, impervious, roadside, trip to the movies, pull over to make out/ the cosmos, but also I must go away once this desire, having formed, I might be in its way. Tar, tar, tar, tar, feather, indoor kite flies its telepathy into the book of noir breathing and inhales the moving picture of a discreet nothingness/ hieroglyphic for love is still a plow, slow value about it, but do we doubt the ceiling
