premises are vast, hurried, shipshape, glyphed

I think I want to love you in past tense
the color sinecure amounts to geometric blue
come hither wasteland pacem in a traced vernacular
when I cleanse I have involved a spate of chalking

semitones combine to form harmonic inference
the loan shark misted over with soft dew
remains the posted confidence
a lunar indigence commands performing

inexperience already dried enforces how we weave
I have neglected product in small favor of procession
limping along the freeway various opponents fry
the evidence is shored and subdivides

into my sleep go symptoms of essential thought
as always beams are generous and retained
unless you seek the point of drifting
leave detritus where it is and call it art