Please don't change [yr mind].

A wishbone wherewithal with flowering fidget, oh how you frustrate me so.

It's no surprise:

when double rainbows make/where does the time go? (what with the scissors having met the raisinets)-

Lets sink in the salty trees

so it don't sting like an astringent, cleansing & absolving me of continuities.

There definitely is sureprizes & mysteries written all over yr capentistery.

If those windmills were origami birds they would fly away bargaining for their time; steadily in the wind:

keeping us in in in :::::::::::: time (like when you asked abt the clock but I only saw 3).

There's no consolation prize when you're pitted against yrself.