you sent a furry biscuit wayward,
claiming infinity can be touched.
I’m reversing my home coming,
adding a new dance move into sidewalk cracks.
a jovial good-bye says it all in dead linguistics,
you would surprise the greeters piliminary hello.
could all be worth the stars shining from oceans welcome mat?
or would it be in bad health to press the tides forthcoming poem?
neither no nor know could guess this right,
so let us be honest with our shadows before the night tell them it’s