Happiness suspends the metal, and the spoon will stir the liquid to dispatch the caravane of leaves. I drink only light through a straw. Let's watch their army rise and settle: rake it in the morning.
Sometimes you call because you wake from a nightmare. The window still frames the uncertainty of the fall: whatever you don't swallow, I plant in the soil.
You said, some words should not be set apart in the dictionary.
