2016-03-04 - 9:45 p.m.
X is an amusing endless
parade of responsibilities
and textiles
woven into possible nutrients
for momentum in stories
for Swiss knows what incessant
purpose. There was a sign of six of one
hung by the door for the entering
people. Those leaving saw
another sign entirely. And then
there were the people in the lurch, the interim,
the meanwhile. And so many words could be
stitched into necklaces and other adornments.
But there was no time for this or that. For the tittles and the jibs. And the etc.
