Until the shy hurricane giggles to begin, turning pretty mistakes into moonshapes and fists, condense of worldly laundry to spin through the fear of signatures and landscapes. The azure toy is caught in the vacuum’s neck as the baby looks for a part-time job among nostalgic pictures. You can unwrite a check to opinion better the petals of the mob. It has to be useless if it’s going to last. The postponed gossip, old luggage of winging, competing logic in full-body cast. An octopus does not know which arm is swinging. Arc to orbit: the invisible center eye, the debris you named a fragment, a future that moves its lips when reading the novel of a fly. Decentered junk-pile brain, the old lazy cat.