My self, like a high bird’s self, is walking along the seashore and self’s blurb is flying a sky and body is walking by a sea and world is shaping round it.
Self calls it down by flapping boy fingers for whites in them .They are bird-like falls in them.They are of a self of yesterday.Today’s whites are other thing. A world is shaping around me. My whites fly away by fingers.
The fingers snap at the blurb and we break the magic spell.