That time of year with smarter definition. 

How’s that if your electricity is out and you forgot
the pre-existing theory profiled in the west, 
ferns and moss growing either side, every-  
thing about the yield blowing in its whereabouts  
news that seals up all the rest of perpetual unitary joy...  
 
It must expire. 
 
I liked getting you to this point nourished by discovery.