All avenues fuse.

Day, bleeds in sequence. Isolation. How objects present. Fullness, still. A slow fuse. Spelling, burns. Years. Can be held, wrung. Uncharted. Through fingers and tongues. I replied. An illusion, thus. When I meant. With some distance, as this is constructed. In lightly, thickets. To insist on sonority. A buried question, mass. Confused. Avalanche, frontier. Could you be quiet, please. Equilibrium. We might wait, mute. This craft of ignorance.