Monday's Sheet-Red

Failing: failing is recognizing failure as such. So don't use it: use a better word, like hunting, or open road. Look at me and I will hurt you; speak to me, I will leave; touch me I will black your ever: our love is to be pure, sublimest, highest untouchable ignorance. She writes more: ours is which catches silence, winding through open beams. All to my back, with a knife of a silver-nib fountain pen - in reverse: you're reading a copy of our cotton bed-sheet, there on the hotel floor, lined with ink-blacks and longest red. And I am ten feet tall.