and a like and a just and a like just that

transficksed by so many extra buttons

oregano, cardamom, through that shift that coffee'd tip

"I did what I did and it was as good as it could've been"

images and landscapes escape from air through wire

yet it could be, just a pop, a whistle, hiccups

within a frame, a hanging from it, graced around it, percieved between it, by and through ignoring it

methods both grand and miniscule

you're making hair-raising smooth surfaces

tasting a fourth-world candy bar through first-world candy lips

what melodies will slip

what logic will be felled upon

and to lean and to stand on it

just to catch a glimpse of its lovely tops