Oblivion Withered In Chagrin 1. polystyrene geflsod nones; more the lady, as three kittens, they nailed up our feet the evening sky Gray and yellow - in the cool light 2. we wandered onto one of the moons which changed, not from sleep at the threshold of intoning the summer’s beauty 3. it needs no naive irony river crumbling coach in pirate presence
