INPUT

OUTPUT

open

now the air in there, is the air out here; with each door the world grows wider

plan

lines and numbers manifest; they are dazzle; rough estimate of what will never pass

worry

the universe groans as it narrows; whatever you’re looking at appears much larger than before

wish

you do not have any shooting stars, heads-up pennies, chicken bones, or birthday candles in your inventory; suppose we could pluck some eyelashes

save

mother always said; though there’s no real turning-back; who’s a hero anyway

speak

hours spent collecting letters; they bounce off cave walls backwards unwanted

carry

wow, it’s just like holding; the difference is how you feel the weight

leave

there is something you cannot take; maybe a country or a kiss; it’s only just going if you keep