73: One who will die isn’t perverse; it’s that time of year it must expire.
I’m leaving disjunction behind. T o work with you (the plan) is one way to avoid subjectivity tho over here there are yellow leaves that shake against the cold ashes of youth, nourished by seeming content, consumed with what must expire.

Content is a nominal fallacy like twilight each day. I understand I don’t understand the glowing of such fire, where the sweet birds sing, sang, etc.