History of tumbleweed

I pretend I can smell mountains

To start a relationship of not knowing

And the history of tumbleweed

Starts on both sides of indifference

Dusty push to administer an utmost happiness

A morphing private energy river at the speed of protection

Carry it who can carry you

It’s cold looking at the reflected
Me supposedly so accurate

My loneliness

I used to a be a spy

Fake

Slammed the door

Speaking from

A world

Or a nicely cared-for word

Spare me care for change? Certain skins

Are more resilient

Your lips which

Form as many

Ways of communicating
Overly-rough is functional
For a protection that conveys

Oh, a companion that is not for its occurrence

When you put a thing into the world

And something else comes out
The circle does not seal itself
To render what is recognizable

Without spectrum, become the things
That wink at you in excess

To be her bow is a treat and very lovely