How well do they mix, the flocks. Of geese amongst stars. All together they seem, don't they, they seem to be writing purposeful letters ... T ... V ... X ...
Am I reading things? Am I reading PYX ... VEX ... STYX ... ?
Who am I vexing by DIPPING my pyx into the styx of the sky?
An adverse wind blurs my eyes.
diumenge
flocks of geese, flocks of stars
divendres
exhibit
I saw that sky on the sky only the other evening – light’s obscene exposure...
for our astounded grateful eyes to feast on.
dilluns
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Never so well
nyac!
Inosculated
anyocs de nyacs!
