And how do I keep an extraordinary log when it isn’t?

and this is my true log which i shall burst forth it is words and those words are just that not so much adjust that so that to tell this story or be part of it yet not enough so that not just the average parts density shall be flown in, you chose, directions play games, or they sweep

it is
rollingball a glass single one then spell or no spell

you are powerful but you just gave me back your match and that is how I know other parts are totally for real, and how I know that they freak shows on the wings of ducks and songs with wings

and I am burn,
flaming

so will that love

i am lying down now, dreaming or living into something. it feels lush. please let it be very real and that there be a different type of lifeTIME for those other things ONE DAY. i have tasted enough to know it is now beyond me (if it was ever within me), that PEOPLE REMEMBER THAT ONCE THEY WERE

Pied Beauty.

All things counter, original, spáre, strange;
Whatever is fickle, frecklèd (who knows how?)
With swíft, slów; sweet, sóur; adázzle, dím;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is pást change:
Práise hím.

—Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)