19: Innocence evokes nighttime devouring time and built like a lion’s hummingbird — Plucking keen teeth from a tiger’s jaw, if you allow. Taping together both hands. And grease-pencil trompe l’oeil anywhere. Please.
Innocence is guilt in a group. All on earth devouring their own brood, against beauty’s pattern but much success.

Young, untainted and long lived, you’ve gone wrong. I forbid but I hope you’re happy.