a flash of eyelids paid for the song in koi. it is necessary to begin; calculations arrived for a bilious sum. apparently we could not manage. honestly they wanted, and were not able. they counted for air, past exactly foolish passes. forest birds sometimes depart from the forest in order to create images of themselves. one sits on a separate birch, and all around already strip lights, snapping with cameras, news along the first channels. yes, and we all look as it falls asleep, like as it worked. it will fly back to its hollow, pulls its head back inside, somehow arrives flying; trees selected, no one ran headlong. all walked by and offensively thought ‘he will sleep’. the weather is thick.