I’m a shining example of doing your worst. I’ve made my act
on the bones of the most glaring mistakes. Here I am, sheathed
in the bad side of my brain. Here I am, crashing full tilt
through the unsuspecting night.
Internal movement will be contingent on the romantic history
of blooming trees. Only the quality of fish inside our bones
will suffer the calculated loss of a respectable tide.
The meaning of my name can be attributed
to the recessive indifference of imaginative birds.
The meaning of yours, to the conclusive dismissal
of declarative height. What else do you want to know
about the industrious habits of small animals
with incurable feelings of rage?
from Together We Will Talk Right Down To Earth
by Eszter Takacs (via tracydimond