The Neversense of 11th May.

Never sense a bad murmur, which makes
zero sense, I find. It's as if to believe in
doing things sideways abrupt, never
bought us a dime. But it's best to be
brought far farther than we could buy.

And it's always as if we don't need the
excuses to cry, or the light to try, or

the fire to fly .