The Loom

Feb.22nd, Today The net is You,Girl, After you made stand

The Loom

she wrote: “You my Swinging You are You are

Hope,You a spring, mirthlessly beyond a drop,the jet of life. great,be kind of Mercy creation!”

Hum You ,as you have ever done And raise the Loom of miracles. Tune you ,a symphony never heard An’a blipping room squeezes Composing a mark of a birdlime Ensnaring (Me,them and a guilt of voice ) A crime. Assemble frictions ,behave glottis Toward a craftsman in a tiny space Grunting His bread of a Moms missing The Ancient Track “Then”, A pen’shalt Its pressing ,dead , (It’d be “darling”instead Or”dear”.Lost !). You’re displacing palatability Of a heart’s word ,inky sword. Hurt you ! , I say ,not shocking Its you singing bee Never been a surprise, Surmise I not ! It’s you,I know ‘n’So tells a dew. Or cupidity of filthful despair That archangel won’t spare Or Hope sprung out of a sum , Hum of some generous Seraph Purity On a moment of a belief , An’relief in ancient track .! Argue ! Should I ? SlackYou,then, interject. Renew a track so dear. Soften. Say: I love you, Rarely would you (You swore never to be blithering ) The trip I recall A stall you and I had to quit Grasp a chimeria .

Enjoin: Utopia a brick .

to a brick