love is love

the fell

the fell blow
that took
away the top
the trunk
the branch
and every
twig
leaf
membrane
was a woodcutter's stroke
a lover's stroke
a fell blade
a whelk
murder

daggers are drawn

Will the teasing

of the

fire

be followed

by

the flood

the jostling crowd

you're not 

allowed

to tell the truth

and the

photobooth's a liar

how many cooks spoil a soup

Which Cook do I even mean?

e z r a

Time is an illusion.
Ezra Koenig, doubly so.