It is very plausible to say that you are the limit : the sharpened drawn out end, if that’s okay. Where it is that I shall find you, tension emphasizes, at this here bend, the origin of meaning in the spring with
the whole of the course in mind, out of parallel departure and arrival, twisting. That is what I should like to stress for the moment. An iron weight of counterpoint sounds so radically different, like I have just lost a sound at the base of an estuary, but on the top. I can
not even think whether you catch my drift or not. All the lines lead down – it’s true that it’s a shame, that’s right. If you were alongside, indifferently at ease with figures by numbers, counting what goes obviously past together, each time as we close on doubling ourselves, pick up your careful sword, frozen in icing, say these are the places I want to get into : by hearsay. Not knowing
at that point (unthreatened, unnicked) what it was that you were talking about, I’d stutter low carb and offer responses that failed to get into the heart of the problem. To be
honest (even disabled by it, tacked into my side) one really should not know how to rescue another. That’s trite, isn’t it. I mean, that would be awful, wouldn’t
it. I say I love you & maybe you have me there. Of course, in the confusion I am less, stumbling in the centre of it all : invulnerable, now, that I can’t take any more
