Tuesday

Jill

______________________ Hurries carrying the thief to her brief castle. this way things are marked with pressing carriages that are absent. then . its time to break. Or say Grapes that hold vintage markings of the totemic past. not Deterritoried by the humble rest of things she's shot off the middle rounding her becoming to the end of things. that's not death or life, its
the pending immortality of things





effort marries the son, she's kept her cool promise,
her musty close

the day

its woken ~