lies 
beyond
    The edge, a tired of the 
          freezer
         I 
       find the hacked with vacation clouds
       in the freezer
   I find the universe
       Its edge but what lies 
beyond
The Yoghurt 
Tree 
weeps 
         at the real 
prospect of the side. Living grapes in the asphalt’s softest
feed

the 
hacked with vacation clouds
        When 
the kitchen 
the universe
      Its edge, a 
tired 
of 
     the kitchen real prospect 
        of feeling things, 
         even!
Weep!
      Again, I’m 
  hacked with language
Mortified at 
      the, 
by 
   now, 
  felt 
up
universe
       Its edge, tired of the church by now, felt up
      hacked 
with language
Mortified at 
the noon 
clouds

I’m tired of comparing things.