In the house, there is a home. In the home, an eye. In the eye a song, a katydid and an exception. The central nervous system forms the axis of design, a plotted shape whose growth is of a symptom. |
Danille wept against the fence, tho the tears put out no fires she was as cold as a clock's gears in an unheated part of the house. There is a man walking towards her with an umbrella and a stalk of mums. |