oblivion, August 4, 2018, 11:57:51 – 11:59:47

now you have nothing else to give away, say away.
look normal!
once war came its beginnings were irrelevant.
 
oh, the reader is a seal, hop over a hole, polar bear waiting.
oh, the singing, swinging finch.
one can conceal one’s gut instinct.
 
the twilight takes a few minutes, smoking out meaning.
make the nectar of the gods from liquid that won’t run.