85: Takes substance and breadth; the going price reacts to audacious desire

(a rare cigarette case, may I?) looked after in polished forms and

No thanks. Just piano and voice. Piano and your voice. Words come last.

Practice. The big meal. Inductions to your other habits; hearing your breath

I think good thoughts, speaking in effect, externalizing able ideas.

The gleaming haze drags down sculptures of needle-felted wool

Like praise warmed over by spinning in freezing wind. “Amen”
To every hymn the human spirit I say affords. Piano
Stuff. I cannot phrase the scent of snow and sunlight, your utter loss

— my tongue tied holding you in my thoughts.