not being afraid of Jorma Kaukonen playing “Embryonic Journey”. not in a moment paused for certain that the cat in the catbox, fracture called sunlight. not actually a constant pull from out of seesaw, where interest lay in wait. we were peaceniks for expanse. the journey needed time cast, or ration still doubting that “Embryonic Journey” roped a puppet government in 1968. that was evident then Iraqi. then the mention time couldn’t spray paint the wall near the school that asked. this is peace over and above the language under construction. they didn’t use Jorma Kaukonen as a practice in real time but sent a version of how poetry exists into a blanket statement. out came the Vietnam War, full of starch and the being plan. not easy situation while if the ethics holds a space and we greet the dawn of day. mild poetry runs on in time to statement that the ffects have a home. insead of embryonic journey we’ve got HEY PEOPLE. Super New Man jumps the scamper just to inform Super New Woman in time. and back and forth, as practiced. and the condition isn’t children, not even those left behind (a radicalism of despair). well, we can continue on a path, rejecting transit authority grumpy and the train doesn’t hit the station with love. our city bunches up with grip instead of ember. they’ve led the way, when they say. we catch a frequent exchange and turn into an era. for the riddling of coffee in morning, hey it’s spring. this isn’t the use for usefulness, cries the expert in treatise. Jorma Kaukonen better play along, interjects another running on. what web of flip out will this stab? in time to bolster and the nuthatch that goes downward. recognition implies report.