Unreadable book poured forth with absolute quiet
Hanging outside in my mugginess
May I never find you wanting
May I never find you
The fields are blooming with perceived destiny
Vast oval slips into vast voice and purple
The bumble bees are visiting the monarda this morning
The monarda has emerged this year from the rudbeckia
A dirge of big billowing thunderheads over the lake way out there
Ruin some cryptic picnic
Something melted in the shared mind last night
Same mind diverting rain
Like truth withheld from the infinite scoundrel
Begging devotion to absolute flam jam
A wonderful somebody
Vanished in the muck of shared lies
Floating around
Devolving
This reminds me of "No Children" but more spare.