I was warned about you but then, I was worn through then but then I let the sound in of torches along the path’s edge rustling in my eyes & ears our eyes & ears hours would pass & nothing… All contorted in row these antlers don’t cut through nor do they tessellate with anything along where we’re walking cutting out & in & out & out & in again hours would pass & nothing… I know you you know our bodies move in unison the answer’s within that I could be burning houses but i’m not. I knew you I thought our bodies moved in unison Lucile, I rescind that I could be burning houses but I’m not I’m not I’m not I’m not I’m not.