Wrongest one to plug a hole.nMy thoughts turn to alcohol.nOne half is swallowed hole. All agog at the differences in the blank paper crease.nIt's creasing my fore-head up with the rise of confused eye-brows.nGawp for entire days at the warp of the window frame.nAttempt to make connections without the use of physics knowledge. All agape at the purity of the perfectly blank skynand the horror that it turns into when I accidentally change my mind.nThere's a sound that I listen to that is too low to recordnAnd it resonates inside my small intestine, changing up my guts.