Nobody has gotten any father. I wanted to come to a walnut with inverted commas. To see roses built in the city. To look for harbor with "to look for." To strip down and back as a means of accenting the sign. The sheer letter an orchard. Without verbs, without sentence constructions, a programmatic grammar that plays the ruse like a code. How do we get from nature to aesthetics by means of the senses? A census of perceptions permeates a spirit that knows full well it is not going to end up meaning what it does. The past -- it dies, but means well. It shifts in its collar. It broods an orchard. Invisibility is also the brute strength of that word; the word that words lead you to subtract. The wings as wings would surmise. Words bent down in roses. There.