Season One/Episode Four

^{A poem for the lost nerve ends our collective solar plexus}

^{Can you feel, a little bit tight}

^{It’s little bit pain}

^{Full of Home}

^{ric chest}

^{Hair brush}

^{It off, it’s just not worth}

^{It. Not worth it}

^{To continue at all or in this fashi}

^{On the back of many an other}

^{Heir brush has been packed away, ready to fly.}

^{Act away in case}

^{By case}

^{Base is touched and would like to be touched again, it says.}

^{Wrap it up or I conclude}

^{Consequence says.}

^{(It calls, actually. It scream-shouts)}

^{In any case. WE WILL SHIFT OUR PRETTY STANDARDS}

^{Keep your long threads tangled.}

^{Chest out, until the buzz of archery g

Litter ruptures your s

Kin shipped out to find greener shores.}

^{Good luck.

I am not cynical.}

^{Good luck.}

^{If we were to SHAVE OFF all we’ve got and {if we were}

To felt it up into a safety

Blank

Stair

Case by case basis as follows:
You follow me. You stay down here. You, too. You follow. The rest stay down. You up here, go back down.

You, I’ll push you as she types. As I read.

Wrap us up, gazing star offenders.

A worm we’ll crawl down into whatever doom you’ve got for us.}

^{L.I.F.E.

I spell it out.

You write it off

sure and un shore.}