Maintaining my place on the stem, looking up at the rose Part III

Feelings like newspapers
Lengthy and daily
Hoping the news is unchanging
Only change is permanent

With the fox, spliced to paradox
Release the past, like gas and
Hang on to the flan that is the alleged future.
Can one accept happiness iffffffffffff
One does not take checks??

Now I leave this page
Taking my hat, coat and literary resolution
Meander about the dark
Going back to thoughts that
This
Is, but, a, lark.