Functions unctuate, were punctual bastards once but now have to revel in everything, stew in their own sauces, and it's an awful long way to land when the ocean's gone to foam along with half my form. What's intact paddles haphazardly, is having none of that, is a salt-crusted husk that has things to tend to.

meagerer material vee veneers veers off, wanted to punch right through but knew who was going to crumple and rethunk en route, is trying something new

juiceless pamplemousse also offers no pulp, is husk or recollection, is maybe applicable fiber but that's nothing like a fruit, that's useless material stuffing what it can so the form won't bend and contort, cahoots with a suit or skin to represent something present which is not, which is not nothing, which holds us up some days

listless pugilist punches the clock, as all things

and try to pre-flatten in defense, know this sequence of events in advance

source sours the words and curdles the message, the rare true thing is hard to hear, or believe, perhaps intentionally, circles us like sorcery and we will work to parse though that's not the norm, are swarmed with more than we can process, also intentionally

we knew we wee-woo, knee-needy, new woo-woo, know we owe our woe, ode over hours, oh, oh, oh, ee, he hew, how we oo, you dewy, do we, we do, we woo

escalating restlessness wrestles its heckles and has a maw full of hackles, has hair-on-end up to here, has more than one form to account for which only complicates matters, has more matter than you or they could shake a stick at, has a platter of corporealities and choosing to do across all available or applicable or mandatory or generally recommended or inescapable or you dewy ewe caught in night's ambient temperature differentials and what must fall out of thin air in such a situation unasked for or thought up or plotted some cold attractive to weary waters so the edges of something too close to evaporate can mold and consider if such fuzz is amenable or worth a worship or infinite prayer or ritualizing because sometimes we have to look something in the eye as unwise as it is, some circuits just have to complete and be comeuppance or just the fall-out of some rustling, eking, or weakening of one side of opposing forces and sees an equation shift or gravity send stable land to its wouldbes and willy-nillies once some bracing or effortful hemming lets go because nobody can hold forever, though we keep trying, will escalate our restlessnesses unto dust

hold a compliment like pamplemousse, no use having this or half, or stilting its name fancier, it's a pugilist and wishful-thinking, it wants to work against us in cahoots with or undoing all our necessary medicines, so we let a benign observation roll away for what it might malign, which is likely the right move though it sure shows inept witchery, which we're not proud of

Dollop offering to the shore if meekness eats me up or drag me in as far as trepidatious stilting on meager legs could get and the mouthful that accompanies the wading will keep me company back to the marram-ticks and the sand-fleas and all the rest of restlessness eking unsubmerged since divestment from the sea, the small trinket I can give sunk or tide-tumbling endlessly or knowing how it will be foam soon, or soon enough, everything is always spinning like a memory that won't let-up, thinning, disarrayed by nature, a roil and toil and material-components taking turns being. Sometimes something's eager and it's heartening to see.

Candle lit for all the light I could take and it's free-standing and handleless which seemed appropriate, a freefloating fire eking in the night which could enclose a hand over time or flake-off and find its own escape, a route rutted like a fuse, uselessly obvious and I'll stay obtuse to it, intuit this little bit of light won't flee or conflagrate, intuit incorrectly. Against expectations I carry a small hope to choke on later, that last perhaps more expected.

turgid sturgeon suspects there could be less, looks for exits

unctuous precarity only follows us around to enhance the mouthfeel, and as chance would have it not much stays at a precipice, mostly mass goes one way or the other and we show up to worship with an unpleasant mouthful

Whose zooted horn-tooting shook all this and we have to patch and spackle acutely and thereafter, who let the grackles in, though they're good to talk with, though it's good to talk with anyone?

You'd expected one rat on repeat and were uneager, but we meet an infinity of little gentlemen and just begin learning names, a maze of getting to know we may never leave.

How're the bowers and lower levels not soaked through when weather gets to heckling? More on this as it develops.

Hail's azalea-hits do dooms and leave bits of wreckage, by which we can identify the doomed and who done it, who will never face a consequence, comeuppance, or be stopped. Hailstorm's coming.