Wake up, kid. Wake up, Lukas: finally it is a little bit cold.
Finally blankets have meaning. Did you appoint the appointees
to give you council? Did you enjoy the plane ride?

Lukas, it is just a little bit cold. Did you pack for emergencies?
Did a brief blue glaze come over the wing? If not, let it be
a lovely fiction. A factoid sitting soggy in milk.

Lukas: it is finally a bit cold. It makes you wander,
wrapped in blankets. Only the hands could wear you down.
Wake up, Lukas. Today we combat the monstrosities.
Or we lie down, and get up, and then wake up again.
posted by Adam at 7:56 AM [edit]