I’d like to reapply rules for a stretch w/in a finger painting
where we get dressed for the weekend.

Transparency on stilts w/ quarks and rare minerals that take on blackened
colors & Byronic properties of a nonprofit love nest
heated on sea plankton.
The jet gate opens to the drawing room,
once a factory made of the outdoors where snow & sunlight
close their distance. The old new & new strung out on sectionals,
an untapped kennel of oblique, puckish Swiss..

Just like other Europeans playing the stunt of delays between workplace & dogma,
anything everyone can live by w/out being
sequestered or brutally charged by objects :
so by these shortcomings we’ll softball in harmony
around some parts of sky & parts of parts.