standing in a willowbranch under the sun    watching hydrogen particles come undone    skating in a world of frozen prospect    casting lines from a sunken ship deck   library cards, cards full of doubt   death star fibers and pockets are about   the love that's kept in and never let out    while kangaroos hijack stadiums full of trout.      a broad bouquet of love and light switches   christmas-time highway stitches   a lonely reflection in a swimming pool   pregnant nurses siphoning fuel      i don't know why i cannot subsist on being alone and withdrawn.    yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip.      i love you.    you're in a bowl    you're full of protein and camera consoles    you're a combination of my eight favorite people   you are a dirtmechanics poverty steeple   you were born in a flaccid lake   in your room i create three shapes   one is a sphere, one is a heart, one is a cloud (it will never fall apart).      (dance dance revolution, dance dance revolution...)