Oh,
dear,
Oh
dear.
I forced it out.
A pithy mass,
contorted into shapes.


I see them,
all the time now.
Deep faces chalked with blue,
paint for madmen.


It's now.
We're getting closer.
It's a sign.
I drink ice water, drag deep.
Maybe I sleep.

There is a pattern to it. Here's the trick.

I have to catch them before they go to seed.