With hangover not afraid of a walking virus.
I went out into the street, seem to have grown –
midnight Melo so that it was light,
and snow on seven heels namelo.
In the morning the frost walk, arms akimbo,
scarf tying for decency jaw,
and wind of yesterday's ice track
it'll creak slightly under my foot.
Have the most roads growing fir
it was in fact seven centimeters some
yesterday evening – higher than me,
stood such, branches of a link.
Today same (all surprisingly simply!)
I fir equalized and the article and growth,
and can be me, with an axe at the dawn
at the root of the cut, take the kids.