See here: the curve of the spine and the line of the eye; notice the way it gives to the sky. It's a bitch but if you want to know foot mirrors which…      With our brains for hearts, we'd set ourselves apart! We'd capture summer 'cause her lawn won't need cutting 'cause the grass points at nothing. She should want to lose that cool anaesthetic I say is poetic but's kind of pathetic, then if we take summer, we'll find what eludes us (that's supposed to run through us). She'll take the violent flight I used to want to read about, the kind you're supposed to do without. I'm sure she could understand the meaning of that tree shaped like an opening hand, the weight and its symptom, like the echo to sound: the curve of her spine sends her eyes to the ground. If she could see what's in front of her, it would break her wide open.