go on…

 

trees with sea in distance trees with sea in distance trees with sea in distance

 

 

tell me what you’re going to tell me

  then tell me

    then tell me what you told me

 

the middle bit being chocolate

  the outer bits

    your forefinger

 

and thumb

  conveying it to your

    mouth

 

from which come

  ruined notes

    and desolation
 

    while miraculously my claymation heart keeps

  beating