I call to you as a prism to its oracle denies any prescriptive allure. What
is a high sound when a sparrow takes it. When breath snatches. A latch
catches. Dear diary. I am home now and affect a suitable disregard.

On a screen everyone is very particular. Does this explain.

It is this bird we want, not that one. This one not that one. Myth is the
difference between birds.

Is this a letter for us to open. It is. Red yellow blue green and violet.
Pressed between as petals in a bound volume for their proper keeping.
Repeat, as necessary. A gift expresses the meek constituency of a
recollected pleasure.

Who is happier when blind or blinded. Who says happy now.