from Sharking the Birdcage [“this is”]

this is exactly the kind of space I want to follow you into holding your little mute worm on a twig make it marble make it touch like tough winter in the next life we will have longer love better places with extended embraces now we leave the song to return to the front leaf closing on closeness of mothers in the next world overseeing premium waste of the planet reincarnate anywhere but here land on a different rim