Throughout a breath, there are holes and mountains.
I find myself negotiating the terrain with derisive success
A portfolio of ideas emitted so carefully
The gallery displayed; I observe width no depth.
Fat like a car, like a man like, a woman is your tounge
3 ways to go, 3 roads out, 3 dimensions, for your air
You speak but you have no authority
I'll give you clues but your owls must detect this for themselves
You know that we can't be lovers until these problems are solved the details worked out
Tell me another one
Wait for the end of the pulse to tell me
that you will not have anything to do with me in this short life we live
So go on your way and enjoy your listless recovery
Remembering these words, they display width; no depth
The ...courage boat.. left before... we could get on... and ride it.