Thinging myself by day
In chair positions
Body farming idiolect
Muth for melodies
One becomes two and four
I plant the flowers future
I don’t own the flowers
Irising out
The kempt wilderness
Adores back
Swirl revolves in place
Affecting nothing
Affection nothection
Language is only at hand gauge
The forehead beforehead
Grub metameres
A hum of sound materials
Signs on the land
In plastic sleeves fade
Baby leviathan whorls
Corm
Middle c mindsongs
NO
PASS
TRESS
ING