I went to hell with you.
You gave me hiccups back on floor six. Now my senses are restored. The unoccupied mind is long overdue.

And I’m back in my vertigo seat, reading over and writing my disciplined boilerplate, my editor’s marble thought structure swarming with pleasant memories.

I hugged rugged trees in the upstart foreground, our encampment after  
Ridiculous, I guess.. juxtaposed, dative..

One will need a clearer message for individual agency. There’s no humor in discretion. So forget it

— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of a “mottled taxonomy,”

Complaints and sworn declarations,
I forget meeting you.