I am not sure what the bread might do if I leave it naked on the board.
I am not sure what I will do unless I am well again, chasing between bathroom and kitchen where the pet ants crawl across each window sill. Where go they backward and forward, like my mind that has spiralled all week.
No, I am not well, I am not well!.
Such headaches I have had, my blood pressure over the moon. How my back Aches, I arise from the pillow, bent double in pain . My head all a tremble,my heart on fire.
I would be well, if I could be well, tuned on key by the master himself.
The Pearl beyond price is not as unreachable as the blue Moon we have just had, let’s go to the oyster beds and sleep for a while, dream for some times when we were well.