106: In love, the practice of counterclockwise is nothing at all, only sustained focus, innovation of hand, foot, lip, of eye, of brow, in nowhere equivalent to expressing your beauty making beauty today...

Nah
all right, I lose. I’ll start the open air in complete command of nothing, no skill to praise you.
From the outside the sky hints of hinges, bolted prophesies you master now —
I’ll not waste time — we’re tethered here for the best.

In love we’ll ingest all of you prefiguring up to present day
blind tessellation, inflating while we data dive, I guess

exhaling the description / description-less problem
w/ eyes to wonder on your worth to sing of this our time.