the wind by itself won’t shuffle any new words into that open mouth unless you swallow this jeweled spider rescued from the attic of justly isolated children

so let the long way round wrap its feelers around your best escape plan though they never seem to notice the little ways you applaud their best blunders & it’s over before you know it while several species of spider set up medical offices for the oncoming collapse but wait you say when you realize that the manifesto you’d been working on has slowly transformed into a cookbook